A Walk with Grampy

Plink … plunk…clink…

Coins fall from the sky as we walk.

Running to pick them up, 

I glance over my shoulder at Grampy - 

Hands in pockets

Taking in the displays in the store windows.

Why doesn’t he notice the coins raining on us?

Dink … tink … Plink…

Picking up a dime and a nickel,

I quickly count the change in my hand

Hoping the “rain” will continue.

Hoping to have enough

For a small something

By the time we reach the toy store.

Whistle … Plink … tink…

Grampy’s grin wide

As we show him our bounty

His look confused when we ask

“where is it falling from?”

“The sky,

I would think!”

Clink … clink … plunk…

My sister runs ahead,

A quarter speeding toward the parking lot.

We’re almost there -

It’s just ahead!

Toys peer out the windows,

Inviting us in

To spend our newfound fortune.