Poem for her 945

Drive Time

Singing a song

The radio on

The breeze flying by

The picnic soon

Over hill

Over bridge

Under a cloud

There by that tree

Stop

The basket out

Blanket too

Chairs and then a table

Then the food

Radio off

Singing a tune

Oh summer time

Near to fall

The creek sound clear

Near a kiss of you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.