Poem for her 664

Dear Readers,


The beach


No lawn to mow this weekend
The garden was in a pause
The pond filled on it's own
The beach house was cool
The sea calm
The clouds like layer cakes
Tasty to see
Not adding to the waist line
The waves soothing at the distance
Those new togs you got flow nice
The days seem to slow
Is it summer or fall
Winter you whisper
Aw the snow covers the mountains
But here is sand
No cold aches
The fire wood burns easy
The sea fills the air with new scents
Wood smoke and salt
Sandcastle Snowmen and flags
The kite flies the afternoon breeze
Your hair is free as the wind


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.