Little Sammy

Little Sammy

As Summer drew her final breath that year
and Fall arrived to bury her in gold,
young Sammy's sisters headed back to school,
while little Sammy, four years old, stayed home.

He spent his days out digging in the dirt,
constructing roads for all his little cars.
With Tonka trucks, he dug and dumped and smoothed,
and wrapped his roadways 'round the family farm.

The days soon passed and Fall disintegrated.
Then with winter's frigid breath came holidays.
The aunts and uncles brought their darling children,
so cousins reunited once again.

"I'm a third grader," bragged Sammy's sister Pam.
"So am I," insisted cousin Ralph.
"I'm a fourth grader," announced big sis Dianne.
Irene surpassed them all with, "Sixth grader!"

Little Sammy, so intently listened,
and then, when all the kids looked down at him,
with the innocent conviction of a child,
so proudly said, "Well, I'm a roadgrader!"

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