Poem for her 930

Snowy Fire

We did it every year

Piles of wood

Lots of it

Inside by the stove

Inside by the fireplace front side

And back

Well bedroom and living room

Out on the porch

And in the wood shed

Cords and cords of wood

Grew our own wood for the fire

Today with the first winter snow

We had months worth

Happy New Year to all the wood

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.