Poem for her 796

Dear Readers,


359


Daze as I wake
Is it really this long
The fathoms of the sea
We've been living on this boat
Cuddled close
In the aft berth
The gear salty in the breeze
Fish not on the menu
Some in the tank
With the little castle
There is a swing on the dock
We sit and watch boats go by
The days short
The nights long
Over there the harbor light
Shower off the salt
Let's go to town
See the diner
Have a drink
See the band
Hand in hand

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.