Poem for her 691

Dear Readers,


The swing

The park had a bench swing
The drive out this way was nice
It took a few day we were sight seeing
You like to drive we were getting away
The cabin was set for winter
Fall colors every where
Things to see
This park was here
The time for a picnic lunch
The swing was seen only after a bit
Walking on a trail dense woods
Then spring to life the wooden bench
Hung from a sturdy tree color metal A frame
We have photos in the blue note book
You lounging
Me lounging
Some of your toes in socks in boots
The toes said hi, though a little muffled
You giggled a lot
The toes have funny voices
I know
I invented them
You laughed is all that is important


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.