Is it the green of the grass or the warmth of the sun?
The freedom he feels when he can just run?
Or the sounds of his family, the music of laughter
that tickles his fancy? Is that what he’s after?
The joy he exudes when brothers play ball
Tears and then laughter when one of them falls
He’ll often be seen, his tongue tasting air
settled on the stoop, pondering there
What is he thinking, what treats are in store
for this legend in training, this blessing and more?
As Grammy, I’d tell you, “he’s deep like his roots”
But honestly his passion is only his BOOTS!
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