WHERE IS THE BOY?

by Grandma Olive (8/16/96)

I hear the screen door close

Knock - knock standing on his toes

Where is the boy?

Open the door grandpa.

"Oh, hello Joel."

He stands a moment - looks around

Climbs upon the bed where we sleep

Opens the window to hear the birdie cheep

Where is the boy?

I look out the window

There is the boy in his red swing

Swinging high in the sky

and grandpa standing close by

Hi, Joel Micah.

Where is the boy?

Standing on the stool getting a trim.

Where is the boy?

May I come in?

Where is the boy?

Here he comes, brown eyes twinkling bright

Rose colored lips, teeth so white

What does he hold in his hand so tight

White, yellow, and blue

Here grandma, they are for you,

Thank you.

Where is the boy?

Here comes a train down the track

Clickety-clack, Clickety-clack

There at the umbrella table he sat

Clickety-clack, Clickety-clack

Where is the boy?

Clapping his hands squeeling happy, happy

He is going in the motor home with grandpappy

He is most always filled with joy

In his hand he holds a small toy

Where is the boy?

He is standing at his mother's knee

listening so intently

as she teaches him from the Word of God

So he will know how on this earth to trode

Where is the boy?

Sitting so high in the chair

One, two, three, hitting the snare

While his daddy plays the piano and sings some more

Joel hits the cymbal on the count of four

Where is the boy?

Sleeping peacefully in his mother's lap

Daddy carries him upstairs for a nap

Where is the boy?

With red and gold hair and skin so fair

Home with his mom and dad

that's where

We miss you Joel

Wish you were here