Poem for her 868

Dear Readers,


The Mountain Trip


The first leg was the hardest
We had to prep the house
The fire wood was stacked high
That spring a lots of logs
The village called and said
We got plenty
Come get your share
The parking lot at the library
...filled to the brim with
...spring break beginning
So far they said
Figure it'll take till
June to get all those logs gone
That was a lot of logs
Yet the jeep and her knew each other
We finished with the sorting seeds
The loaded back frame
Her and me packed to go
Over the side road
Gone.


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 867

Dear Readers,


Down the Garden Path


Oh that line again they said
The kids laughed
The adults that said it smirked
The kids laughter filled the room
The kids had heard so many tales
They knew the author's voices
The old lady had a voice of
Sky walking mist clouds
The old man had something
Sounds they'd yell those kids
They knew he made lots of them
Scatter shot full of ssss sloxsh
Her sounds soothed their ears
They love both their voices
All their sounds and today
A garden path down yonder way
A tale the adults might not know
Yet some would lean in
Laughing so hard
They'd be there next time
For story line tell the line of time
Down the Garden Path


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 866

Dear Readers,


Sky walking

The path above the cabin traces high
Over the other side is another valley
We drive the route from time to time
There are rocks in the road sofa size
It's the Jeep that goes in 4 wheel drive
She likes her hair tied back it's windy
Today we were hiking up in the sky
We named the road Sky Walking
It's where a song meets the road
Thoughts of swimming in the ocean of air
Kite flying is done on sunny days
The path is long and improved in places
Logs, rocks, some stepping stones yonder
Took us a while the Jeep rides helped
We find the bench we cast in wrought
Brought by jeep with a table for cards
Picnics in our back packs ready for a meal
Sky walking on a breezy spring day


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 865

Dear Readers,


Double dot dash Ditto


Those little things you hear
In your head
On the phone
The video player
The scrapbook page
There she just smiled
I saw her do it
See there is that wink again
She's reading over my shoulder


Ditto to you babe
Over here see the nine of spades
That one is going to take your hand
And kiss it again
And
You'll be heard to say
Perfectly
Three times in a row

That video from May
Long ago May
Those 11 days in May
Wonderful
Something

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.