Letter: Says Jo

You and me and Grandma and my little sister Jo,

We’ll all walk through the gardens to see how the daffodils grow.

There’s the bandstand we can play at chase and you can both sit down,

And we shall get quite dizzy from running round and round,

Then we’ll pretend we’re in a band with a trumpet I can blow,

I’ll have a great big drum, says Jo.

We go down these steps to the Pier, Grandad, that’s the best way to the Pier,

If I hold onto the railings, I don’t really need a hand,

And Jo holds hands with Grandma and she will think that’s grand.

The water’s there, the tide is in; it must be really high,

Well, that will mean that lots of ships and boats go sailing by,

That one’s got a funnel, that one’s sails will make it go,

I’ve got a boat in my bath, says Jo.

Can we walk out to the end, Grandad, right to the end of the Pier,

The water is nearly all round us, it’s just like a ship on the sea,

The weather might get all stormy but it wouldn’t frighten me,

Then I could have a proper hat with a badge and bits of gold,

A big round wheel to steer the shop and a telescope to hold,

And Jo should have a hat as well, she’d like a hat, I know,

One with lots of flowers on, says Jo.

We’ve just got time for an ice cream, Grandad, before we leave the Pier,

I’ll have a rum and raisin one, that’s what sailors drink,

But Jo will have a strawberry one as long as it’s pink.

And then we’ll start walking up the steps but only one at a time,

Grandma and Jo will sing their song; it’s a very big hill to climb,

Then when we get to the very top, we won’t have far to go,

I’m slightly not tired, murmurs Jo,

Ever so slightly not tired.

A Robinson

Penarth