Each side of grandmother
We leaned in and looked;
At the pictures in the storybook.

We started slowly with little books,
Like a stream turns into a brook;
Brook turns to river, and then the ocean;
Our minds and hearts were set in motion.

We were with Pilgrim all the way,
(Which took an hour or two each day)
From ***** mire to heaven's bliss;
Each word we waited; Never missed.

Roanoke Mystery could not wait;
Oh, what was their final fate!
We heard the theories one by one;
Of what those people could have done.

When an hour or two flew by;
We had to ask with a sigh,
"Why did we have to go and play;
And wait so long for another day?"