Poem for her 864

Dear Readers,


Picnics


They span years
Play out over days
Pick up steam when it's cold
Pull out the ice when it's warm

The parks and byways have benches
Then there are the stones and logs too
Places in the woods around the cabin
Porches out back in the city

Baskets in the Jeep and Camaro
One each for the city house and cabin
There might be a few out in the art shed too
We have friends that have them as well

Over yonder mountain top on the list
Places to go have a picnic
List is long and short
It's never far away
That table to sit at
Just there right next to us

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.