Poem for her 557

Dear Readers,

The waterfalls


There were several
One whole plan full of them
The cabin had this nice spring
The city house had a pond
The plans were all about waterfalls
They were short and slow
Or tall and fast
They were to get wet in
Or just watch and gaze at
One at each place was for us
The high shower kind
The pumps worked on sunlight
She could just stand there
Brighten up my days
The water fell from on high
Soaking her hair golden
The drops shining on her shoulders
The natural rocks built to a bench
Lots of effort went to make these
The drops of water many
Touching her slowly
Like fingers of my hands

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.