Poem for her 365

Dear Readers,


Adventures in Renting Trees


The tree looked nice so someone sawed it to a log
The cabin looked nice so someone put it in a tree
The cottage full of logs but up in a tree
Tree houses and cabins and fireplaces and pocket doors
The trees and all the cabins jingle some bells
The season drifts round close again when you will say
Happy Birthday Charles with something neat
And I will smile and gift to you a full year
Filled with mild fired gem stones made of colored rocks
Filled with logs and cabins and plans and that plane
Tattooed on the spot you wanted it to be so tiny
Only I knew it was not a mole hill but the plane
The one shaped like a kite with string and green
The slight of hand as the stack of sticks
Rented from the big huge toy store
The stack of adventures when pick up sticks smile
The camera sees your voice in smile and hears boldly
You know what's gonna be the problem though....
Yes babe those nails grow and grow and well
The cabin is full of grown trees and even the other
Tree house in the big Sycamore is full of hard wood
So the bold voice of yours softly telling me
Happy Birthday Babe...I say back

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.