Poem for her 809

Dear Readers,


Summer flowers

The roses are in full bloom
Pink and white and some reds
Filling the tree lined hedge rows
There hidden by the brook
The pond has a few we planted too
Tea and wild flow in handfuls
The drawings she makes in our folder
The flowers pressed in sheets
The tea I make with buds and petals
The flowers seem to sweeten the room
They drift down hillsides all about
The forest comes alive as spring
...turns to summer blazing sun
Berries grow from the vines too
They will make jams and pies
Summer fruit salads and morning bites
Rose hip tea a fall special treat
There seems no end to roses
Glowing like windfall petals
Filling the pond's edges


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.