Whistle

I wonder if grandparents live on farms anymore. A whistle might scare the cows.

Someone gave the child

Behind us

A whistle

For the 4^th of July.

We think it was

A grandparent

Who ate potato salad

And left.

The whistle stayed behind.

We think

It will be wrapped

For the next trip

To the grandparent’s farm

Only to be discovered

With joy

When the child unpacks

His luggage.