Poem for her 839

Dear Readers,


Tongue twisters and card stacks

The gals down the library way
Were having a bake sale
Funds to go to new Stop signs
There was that slow street
Once slower than now
Faster these days
The art festival in town
The photo galley local
The new Library telling corner
Those were new
As well as lots of grand kids
Father's uncle's cousin's kids
The town was spreading out
Hills Dale College Free too
Hills Dale College was great
We town and out sticks way folk
Were spreading the good vibes
We wanted things
Other folks seemed to like too
Some said we were a commune
I laughed
Then She sneezed
I asked
Pop Tart
She nodded
I smiled
The ways of the wild world
Slicing into the price of tarts
I had to bake more
So home again we went
9 hour drive
Okay just seems that way
It was 8 hours and ours was
Hard to find in the forest
Cabin in the woods
Holed up in them there hills
Tucked away
Where tender foots
Would get lost
We had the best site
Sights of streams and stems
The tree growth was dense
I had hid our road
You really had to know
How to find us
To get there
Shhhhh
It's a secret she is whispering to me
Muted shhhhh sleepy


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.