Once upon a time, only yesterday I think,
Out in the yard before I could blink,
Grandpa and I went on a trip,
We were wading through the grass up to my hip.
Once in the yard the magic did start,
When through the mist the curtain did part,
Through time and space our trip did begin,
I was glad my Grandpa was also my friend.
When up with a start came the wind,
My heart started to race my life to defend,
What sounded like drums I thought I did hear,
I truly was hoping it was not a bear.
Grandpa held my hand and to my delight,
He held on tight and chased away my fright,
I became stronger because Grandpa was near,
I was not afraid of a silly old bear.
Grandpa pointed to what I soon saw was a deer,
I had nothing to fear with my Grandpa so near,
Now wasn’t that silly I thought to myself,
The sweet little deer was cute as an elf.
Soon the jungle we had to leave,
Grandpa said Grandma a story would weave,
Night was coming too quick see,
Tonight in bed there would be another trip for me.