Poem for her 830

Dear Readers,


The Garden day 5


The wings spread out wide
Flying the thermals high
She landed beside me up here
The rocky ledge was ice free
I said, you are right babe
She pointed to the next one
That one is the highest
The Humans would name it
K2
There we were high on the other
She took wing
I wait 3 slow heart beats
Then aloft I was behind her
She and I were a matched pair
There were only two of us
The Lord said soon
We'd see the arrival
Of humans
They'd be awake
Soon
Over there in the Garden
Whoosh went the air flow


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.