Poem for her 872

Dear Readers,


Not a dry eye in the house


The rain had been falling a while
Two weeks she said
Yeah I said
Not a dry I in the House
She smiled
Then she yelled at that car
Riding sideways
I smiled
Those drivers
They made her mad
They did things wrongly

They did things
They were bad drivers
They were bad drivers I said
She smiled
The computers I was fixing
The driver's of the cars too
She said something again
I smiled
She'd tell them
Not to get in her lane
I'd smile

The rain was still with us
A whole nother week
We finally got to the cabin
In town drivers I said
She sighed
Woods and cabin
And our friends
They were the better drivers
Out here in the sticks
She'd trained most of them
She was the oldest teacher
Of drivers out in our area
In the city house area
It was pouring bad drivers
And rain

Out here in our area
We were the oldest ones
The old people that still taught
All the Younger folks
As we were the oldest of all of them
Home at last
Cabin was drying
The rain stopped
As soon as we pulled up
To our cabin
In the woods


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 871

Dear Readers,


Sleeping In


It was winter
So we slept in
It was summer
So we slept in
There were a few days though
When we did get up early
Those were days
We'd planned on it
Now and then
Keep the early bird awake
Or go out late and see stars
Not quite going to bed til late
After the sun was up

Stars in the sky at night
Early to bed
Late to get up
A new saying

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.