Poem for her 908

 Rock Garden

Moss covered rocks near a waterfall

Several hanging plants in rock baskets

Dozens of stone benches by a pond

The steps of tablerock out the side porch

Sounds of a rock garden as wood mallets hit them

Someone asked us why all the rocks

We said we liked standing stones

As a pile of round river rocks took shape

We were building something in the woods that day

Something we may never really finish

Soft stones to sit on

Water to flow over

Pools to collect moss with

Fish to watch the stones

Shine in the night moon glow

 

Happy Birthday Babe,

 

Charles.