From my sketchbook
Blue Chairs
Several years ago I used to walk in the park with my cousin, Susan.
We would drive to an area and walk from there. One day while driving,
Susan saw some old metal chairs in the trash.
“Shall we stop?” she asked. “I don’t care.” said I.
(We stopped.)
Susan got out and selected two chairs in good condition.
“Here’s two more.” she said. I got out to be polite.
I took the two more home. Bob painted them blue.
I sit in them whenever I can in the summer.
I love my blue chairs!”