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.