Poem for her 70

Dear Readers,


Grass in Spring

Her bare feet waded their in the grass
Then dipped into the pond
Then out into the middle where it was a bit over her knees
Then she got the floating beach ball
And bought it back to shore
Giggling almost all the way
There and back again

Her wet feet and legs dripping
Pond water off them
Her shorts just wet at the edges
She handed me back the beach ball
Then said Shhhhh
Not so far next time
Or you have to go get it

We were playing
Toss the beach ball
Over the stream
Which runs from the Spring
To a forming pond
Soon the pond will be deeper
Maybe next time
I'll have to swim to get it


Happy Birthday Babe

Charles.