Hey
Gramma, Gramma look at me, I’m riding on a
horse”,
My Grandma waved and smiled and she remembered.
The first time it was just a horse, the next a horse
and cart,
My Grandma cheered me on,
And she remembered.
Excitement always filled the air each time I
saddled up,
I’d ride those country roads from noon
‘til dusk,
And when at home I told of the adventures of my
day,
My Grandma shed a tear,
And she remembered.
For
Grandma always rode a horse when she was just a
girl,
She’d ride and jump them at the county
fairs,
And then when she got old and couldn’t ride
just like before,
She’d live her life through me,
And she remembered.
My
Grandma’s gone to heaven now; I miss her every
day,
But each time when I ride those country roads,
I think of her encouragement and I feel her constant
love,
I ride those roads for her,
And I remember.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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