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.