Poem for her 410

Dear Readers,


Popcorn


Out in the forest the cabin sat
The sound of laughter heard in the night
The fire place had a smell of pine and apple
The air inside had that fresh butter smell
Popcorn too was in the air
The fireplace makes for a cool place
To fire up the old fashioned fare
Pop Pop Pop Pop and then the sneeze
One of us will do that I am sure
The fresh hot smell tickling our nose
Hands you a mug of hot drink
Whichever one it was that night
The popcorn slowly eaten
We'd grown this batch ourselves
Over there in the garden covered in snow


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.