Poem for her 734

Dear Readers,


The porch swings too


They sit in lazy sunshine
The birds ask them questions
When will they be back
What did they last say
Where was it they mentioned us again
The questions could vary
As the forest floor's flower cover
There the flowers could ask
Hey which ones are in the vase up there
The swings just sigh
They like to be sat on
That there are more than one
Means not all can be
The couple seems to travel a bit
They do bring a blanket and pillow
So there is a lot of gossip
Amoung the cotton fibers
The sound of a car door
Excites the town swing
The gate gives a shout
They brought a suitcase
Is that a new picnic basket?
Sounds the birds make
As the seeds hit the grass
The soft foot falls of spring
There on a porch swing deck make

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.