Poem for her 983

The storms of summer

 

The cabin was secure we had a rock cave nearby

Our spring water came from there

The card game was still afoot

When the reports said a Gale was blowing

It was fun

I liked stormss

The fire wood pile was stocked

The food stores handy

Water was Ice cold year around

We used the cave as the summer fridge

Happy Birthday Babe,

 

Charles.