There stands in the vale a monument to the ingenuity of a creative young mind
As barbed wire cut up the open range, so the haunts of our youth are cut up piece by piece by these little plastic signs.
Could of just been Steve
But blueberries there weren't many
So few I couldn't believe
(Steve came all the way from S.C. just to be on this blog ... what a great new cousin in law)
The failed blueberry expedition over, the cards are brought forth