Poem for her 907

 Traffic Jam Strawbeeries

The strawberries were big and ripe

And we had so many that year

The jars were labeled

Traffic Jam

It was also to honor having so few of them

Up where we lived

The rain might make a creek over flow

Snow could pile up as well

Hardly any traffic jams to speak of

Only in the strawberry patch

Strawberry pie for the picnicTuesday

 

Happy Birthday Babe,

 

Charles.

 

 

Poem for her 906

 Spring Swing

Over by the spring on the hill

We put in a covered swing

It was finally spring

The winter was long

Fires still made at night

Windows open in the day light

Closed at night chill

Over here by the new rose bushes

Some other flowers from seed

Soon to poke their petals up

Some sailing as it were

Maybe a boat trip by story line

One out to the bay

See the sights at night on smooth waves

Card games many

On the swing by the spring

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.