Poem for her 763

Dear Readers,


Seeds


Little bins
Lots of seeds
Big bags
Even more seeds
The little bin in bags
We hoped the birds didn'y eat
The big bags
Were theirs
The farming shop was full
The people shopping many
The spring rains just coming
Soon the plantings
The bags of soil for seed trays
Your hands filled with things
You smiled as you pointed
There a new kind of this or that
The sundress you had on
One like the new
Or was it like another
Green with stripes a shirt
The days get blended
When we shop
The places many
The scrap book will tell us
How old we were
3 and 4 that year


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.