The Tranquil Picnic At Dusk

I’d love to be with you in a canoe accompanied by summer’s softest breeze, enjoying the verdant valley view while drifting on a river lined with trees. Ahead would be a peak that whisks the sky. We’d look above us from our little boat to where the eagle and the osprey fly as in the quiet glow of dusk we’d float. We’d dock on sand and find a cozy spot to roast some hot dogs in our campfire’s heat and spread the luscious picnic foods we’d brought; then relishing tranquility, we'd eat! Amid dark, silent pines, by fire's bright light, we'd snuggle happily into the night. For Carol Brown's "Picnic Time" Contest