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.