Poem for her 735

Dear Readers,


The snow pile

The snow pile was as high as the gate
The gate was only up to my elbow
The snow had blown there overnight
The day was longer than yesterday
Great piles of leaves covered white
The flowers peeked out under the trees
There the birds sat counting seeds
One, two, munch, one, munch
They were never going to count very high
The snow shovel was out in a shed
Behind the gate full of snow
The swing was asking the snow something
They were whispering softly
Barely heard above the birds counting seeds
One, two, munch nibble crunch
They softly asked each other
Are the days getting longer
Yes a bird chirped as she ate a seed
I have plans for my next nest making
There is a branch i like over yonder
Up in the walnut tree
Then off she flew with a bit of flutter
The snow sighed
Oh well the days get longer and warmer
See you all again next year


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.