Poem for her 920

Springs

 

Many came out of the mountains near us

Several on our land

Seeps that slow flowed into catchments

Runners with power to turn a wheel

Bottles filled

Take them to the city house

Chill them in the fridge

Trips with fresh sweet

Picnics with mineral waters 

Something we have everywhere we go

Even when we have a party

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 919

 The fair

She had the table laid out

Plate of food

Two forks

The Tea in cups and the hot pot

The Fair was several days away

By boat, I laughed

She smiled

Put a fork full in her mouth

I said to the camera

New dish

She said

Perfectly

 

Happy Birthday Babe,

 

Charles.

 

 

Poem for her 918

 Trips by car

It was the Jeep that week

She wanted to drive out of town

Well the city house was needing a visit

Then the bridge over Twin Boulder Creek

It was something we had seen being built

Over yonder

Out in the wilds

Trips by wagons

Horse

Walking

Oh and Jeep

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.