Poem for her 941

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A place name

The road was over hill

Down a dale

Under a bridge

Over a stream

By a town

Through a glade

By a lake

Driven by a Lady

 

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

 

 

Poem for her 940

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Not the time I smile

As I tell her

There is a laugh from the porch swing

She just smiles her question

It's the number of pages in the Blue note books

That are still blank

She picks up a pen

Let's make that a smaller number

And we do

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles

Poem for her 939

May Day

The snow was falling in wet lumps

She looked out of the porch frowning

I mentioned we still had plenty of firewood

Then went to start the fires in the house

Kitchen first

Huge fire place next

Then brought her a hot tea

And the deck of cards

And our blue notebook

And the camera

And a snack

The porch was cool, yet warm enough

The snow kept falling

It was warm in the cabin

That first day of May

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.