Poem for her 747

Dear Readers,


Book Shelves

There was a city to make
There the barbershop
The board was two piece
Special hinges let it fold
We'd taken the time to plan
She's a great drafter
I like to draw
We design well together
The city was a gift to her
The board and land us
...working out the landscapes
...doing a scene for the season
...though the town was set in winter
We had started thinking
Where would they go in spring
So over hill and over dell
The world of city scape
Got a few tweaks over the years
This one in this wooden box
Those in their own
Like the toy trains
That we had seen on that trip
Two weeks ago
Boxes set with folded city maps
Wood work for handy days.

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.