Poem for her 823

Dear Readers,


Sunday clouds


The beach was cloudy
We'd gone for the early morning walk
We'd sat on the screened porch
Had the eggs and stuff we'd made
Thought a bit
You got the cards
We played the old spades game
One of our favorites
Thought the thoughts
Talked the talks
Said the scores of the past
There was a cloud burst
Rain on the sea shore
The freshness of smells
The day was lazy
We get up
Then we lay down
Sleep the afternoon away
Shh don't wake us


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.