Poem for her 795

Dear Readers,


Sleepy time


That day when just never enough slumber
Tends our way as the cough of spring arrives
We shower the pollen off and hide in kansas
We ground ourselves in the high mountains
Yet there the pollen arrives via a storm
So long slumber we say dazed that we need sleep

There that all being said is why I have found
A boat and breeze to stir her by
So off to sea we go yonder no pollen to be
There the salt spray does a bit of sneeze
Yet we rock to sleep at night and stars see too
Over yonder harbor cove there the tide flows

Over days of slumber lost I tend to think of eggs
Sitting on the counter waiting a breakfast meal
What to stay your hunger pains and guide us off
To comfort rest at the porch swing resting place
Just a doze for the night's missed slumber
You and me papered in our soft cocoon wings ready


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.