plans for picnic takes a child’s mind
whole wheat slathered with mayo
fresh turkey, lettuce, tomato
a pickle happily on the side
golden potato salad, olives and egg
savory tastes never sweet
in my favorite penguin bowl
no one’s looking, sneak a taste
where did my picnic manners go?
I look for right utensils and plates
blue and white check for occasions
tied up in a red ribbon bow
grab the basket, can’t be late
2 many memories, meld just 1
run down 50 stairs
I’m hurrying please wait
singing songs in the back seat
new Mustang with the top down
wind whips our hair in a tangle
anticipating a day at the beach
Orange disk Frisbees fly
sand castles lose the seige
caught in the sea’s undertow
too sunny a day to cry
Hungry, I crunch mayo and sand
those pebbles (like ants ) unwelcome guest
nothing can ruin this day
replay it in my eight track again
On a warm day where the air conditioning is our natural sea/bay weather, most of civilization seems to jump in the car for the beach. As a child (and adult) nothing can ruin the day.
Poet’s United is packing their baskets for fine poetry about – Picnics.
What kind of picnic memories do you have?