To all that reads my little poems

I'd like to tell you what I do

I am retired, so I sleep late

Therefore, I never rise before the dew.

I plug my coffee pot in the outlet

Then fall back in the good ole' bed

Sometimes for just another little snooze

Before I know it, the time has fled.

I pour a cup of the good black stuff

Sometimes I give it some extra zest

Adding a spoonful of French Vanilla

Off to the back porch to savor and rest.

What do I see while enjoying my coffee?

Hummingbirds flying to the Trumpet Vine

Bluebirds, Jays, "Mockers" and Martins

All flying about in the gorgeous sunshine.

You can tell, I'm no morning person

I go to bed late, so I get up late

There is no place I have to be

So what's the rush ~ I'll sit and wait.

On the computer, I keep track

Of stocks, records and letters I write

Send emails and then check the www's

www.calicomeadows.com, a great website.

My son so often says to me

"Mother, why don't you do such and such?

For you don't have anything else to do."

It gets me into trouble, but I love him much.

I sit at the computer to spend some time

Writing a poem of something in my past

The last one about my grade school friend

In our golden years, she's a friend that lasts.

There are some people who have told me

A life I needed to get

They do not know it, but I have one

A "Retirement Life", that's a sure bet.

You do what you want to do

When you want to!

You go where you want to go

When you want to!

I make no big future plans

I live each day ~ day by day

I'll just stay at Calico Meadows

Staisfied ~ I'll be today.

Vina Carathers

October 15, 2000