Poem for her 826

Dear Readers,


Summer gazebo

The wind in the yew hedge warm
Flowers out by the eves bright
The day is hot in the sun
Cooler under the roof, fans turning
You have a pile of cards
Some aren't playing cards
Some are
The odd cards are ones with notes
We made them last week
With questions on them
Answers aren't written
Odd thoughts to think about
Things we've done in the past
Things yet to do
Ideas untold
We are playing one of our favorites
The afternoon is slow
Yet it seems fast when the clock is seen
The dinner is ready
Just inside the kitchen door
Slow warm summer days
Vacation of a sort

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.