Poem: "My Grandfather Had One Coat"

My Grandfather Had One Coat

By: Ardelle Stowe, Age 10

My grandfather had only one bright red, cotton-like coat that he would wear everywhere.

He would do pretty much everything with it.

He loved it like a son. 

It wouldn't surprise me if he came up to me and told me that the coat would be my new cousin and leave my old one in the dust. Poor cousin.

My grandfather would read it stories, sleep next to it, and I think you get my point.  Whenever he loses the coat he thinks that someone stole it. 

He would go crazy looking for it.

So yeah. He is pretty much officially crazy. Then my cousin took the coat and did what had to be done to it. 

Poor coat. Then my grandfather totally lost his mind over that coat.

And after that, he still didn't learn, and then he just bought a new one.

You would never guess what happened.