Rhyme Poem: GRANDMA’S FLY ABOUT HAT, by Linda Mereness Kleinschmidt

Grandma’s favorite hat is all flowers,
All sizes, all colors, full of beauty.

Her hat is so big,
It hides every
Inch of her head
Except the tip of her nose.

In our neighborhood park,
Grandma’s hat staves off the sun
Until a bright breeze comes along and
Lifts it into the trees.

Grandma’s hat loves to explore,
So she and I chase it, but
It just laughs and sails free.
Her hat seeks nature’s adventures
And of course so do we.

It flies to the woods to see all the trees,
Rests on a bush, wakes all the bees,
And we all have to flee.

We hear every bird, chase
Each furry friend,
Her hat skims the lake
And we follow its glide, as
It happily twirls or just skips about,
Barely touching the ground.

Finally, ending its quest,
Her hat comes to rest
In a huge flower bed where it
Snuggles the peonies and
Waits proudly for us.

Grandma quickly grabs her hat, smooths it a bit,
Ties its satin ribbon safe under her chin.

We all catch our breaths and go find the swings.
Until our next wild adventure, we can easily say
Grandma’s runaway hat will only fly on her head.