Poem for her 831

Dear Readers,


This poem was Inspired by Amy @ Nexus
...The Little Rock Coffee House
...Where the best coffee in Arkansas
...Can be Had.

...........

Styx + Stones 8 at 165

He showed up day 1, a Tuesday
The flag bag Canvas for coins
Yet today carried lots
No coins, Creation Supplies

A form to fill out Tru
A Community based, created
Credit Union for something
He just needed glasses

Then viola violet very confused
What was wrong he was asking
Am not 165 nor poor yet
Only Something was amiss

Oh My what did or did not happen
Retirement check was truncated
Had to travel, had to think
First stop DHS on Washington

.......Then Turn The Page.......

This side I see written
Above the fold the News
Flash - Telegram the Bell
Curved Space Time

Unfurled before him
The car was Big, & It flew
Pods on side saddles
Extended to Dragonfly's wings

Bird like yet thin
Like the Dragon's wings
His mighty metal & soft
Like her skin as she was

He'd see her soon
These trips via space
Timed like F. R. B.'s
Fast Radar Bursts

Shot full of no crying
No longer babies, Adults
No need to speak just
Be known as FireAngels

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.