Picnic
I lay out the checkered blanket upon the verdant moss
while you pop the cork on our sparkling rose
I open the tupperware and lay out the drum sticks
that our mouths will play on
while chips and dip find their way into our hands
we laze by the creek that meanders by our picnic spot
as we listen to the rippling
like laughter
as the pure fresh water courses over the stones
this air out here is so fresh and clean
encourages our appetite
and we eat until we are saited
our picnic coming to an end
it's been a lovely day
and turning into a lovely twilight as we tuck ourselves
away
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2011
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