Poem for her 817

Dear Readers,


The flue bricks

The stack was 10 feet high
The trucks had taken several of travel
The cabin was really out in the sticks
That one driver was amazed at why
The other ones were too
Though they knew the man
From way back in the day
When he'd had other jobs
Today the kiln was being made
They mention swords
Or was it bells of swords
The master gardeners in town laughed
The girls in Miss sue's crafting class
Laughed as well
They were making something
The couple were old as rocks
Other's claimed no not quite
Just barely younger though
Jack laughed
He'd known them since he was a kid
Next week
He'd turn 80
They were always
And forever
Hand in hand
laughing
joking
something
Just there
being a part of the buildings
The going's on
And
Soul of soul
Old


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.