Poem for her 965

Trains

Whistles in the night

Rattling the tracks

Off by that diner

Over by a car and van

Saturday drive

Hands held looking at plants

Old shoe shoes on a covered porch

Where the card decks hide in a box

Note pad and pen near by

Logs drying waiting for fall

Chill gone in a roaring fire

Where grilled cheese roasts

 

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.