Gravel

The driveway’s made of gravel,
Preventing slips and skids,
But really, more important,
It’s a magnet for the kids.

They pluck the rocks and toss them,
The pebbles raining down,
Then line them up, creating
Highways in a mini-town.

They scoop them up and let them
Slowly trickle through their hands
And watching them, I realize
What each Nana understands –

The simplest items can provide
Imagination’s seeds.
Some freedom under loving eyes
Is what a grandchild needs.