Poem for her 28
Dear Readers,
The Snow in the Woods
Someone had walked in the snow in the Woods
Right there, the foot prints led from the
Cabin's front porch out to a covered wood pile
Then back into the cabin they went
But when you looked carefully at the foot prints
You saw that they were bare feet, no not bears
It was the first snow fall of the year
He liked to walk in the freshly fallen snow
She liked to just look out at it and stay inside
He went to get some wood for the fireplace
But they didn't really need it
The Cabin was heavily stocked with warm dry wood
Going to the wood pile was just the excuse he used
To walk in the snow in the woods
Happy Birthday Babe,
Charles
The Snow in the Woods
Someone had walked in the snow in the Woods
Right there, the foot prints led from the
Cabin's front porch out to a covered wood pile
Then back into the cabin they went
But when you looked carefully at the foot prints
You saw that they were bare feet, no not bears
It was the first snow fall of the year
He liked to walk in the freshly fallen snow
She liked to just look out at it and stay inside
He went to get some wood for the fireplace
But they didn't really need it
The Cabin was heavily stocked with warm dry wood
Going to the wood pile was just the excuse he used
To walk in the snow in the woods
Happy Birthday Babe,
Charles
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