Poem for her 750

Dear Readers,


Ice Cream Sunday

The snow fell for hours
She got the camera out
Took a lot of photos
Me barefoot in the snow
The squirrels in the feeder
The birds there too
We fed them both
Even the deer further down
There was a lot of snow
We found the protect section
Made a huge bowl of Ice Cream
Real cream
Real Ice
Snowy Ice
There it was sunday
The first sunday with snow
There that year
Or was it 10 years ago
Then when the photos get printed
You'll see the scrap book filled
There the years of Sundays
And Ice Cream

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.