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Poem About Spending Time With Grandpa

A girl shares about the special time she spends with her Grandpa.

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Love your poem about fishing with your Grandpa. There are millions of fish in the oceans and ponds, but being with your Grandpa is a beautiful bond! Enjoy every memory with him; it's priceless!

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Fishing With My Grandpa

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Published: February 2006

My Grandpa and I do a lot of things together,
But fishing with my Grandpa is the best ever.
I love going to the lake when the sky is all blue.
I love riding in my Grandpa's boat, too.
The next trip to the lake I don't want to miss.
Just being with my Grandpa is better than catching fish.

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  • by Patricia Cisco
  • 6 months ago

Love your poem about fishing with your Grandpa. There are millions of fish in the oceans and ponds, but being with your Grandpa is a beautiful bond! Enjoy every memory with him; it's priceless!

  • by Gunner Eastwood, Utah United States
  • 3 years ago

At least once a year my family will take a vacation to a place called Fish Lake. It's a nice place. Every year since I could remember I was so excited to go, except this past summer. You see, my grandpa passed away two days before Thanksgiving last year. I always rode down to the lake with him and my grandma. My dad, brother, grandpa, sometimes my sister, and I would spend hours on my grandpa's boat trolling for trout or just anchor and still fish. It was hard for me this year since it was the first time we went since he passed. That is what brought me to this website tonight as I drown my sorrows looking for a quote or poem to go with my memorial tattoo. The tattoo will be of two trolling polls with the pot gear in them and whatever quote or poem I think fits my grandpa best.

  • by Haiey, Mercedes
  • 7 years ago

My Grandpa and I used to go fishing all the time but he got older and I did too. Now he is too tired and hurt to do much. All I can do is watch it happen because he won't let me help him. This poem reminds me of the old Grandpa and how much fun we used to have :)

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