A breezy evening, vernal blossoms
strewn across the mountain face.
where my brood and my kin,
we herded out picnicking;
drinking in the crisp air of spring.
In picnic baskets our feast;
cheese rolls, peaches and strawberries.
Wafting aroma of food on the grill.
At their play, running around;
Sons and daughters.
Their pure joy that lingers.
A lazy day on all that lush green.
Whiff of scented air sifting through the leaves,
from somewhere far off scattered trees.
At the foot of the hill there was,
of myriad colors a shallow water pool.
... And the lull waves of deep blue sea.
Under our sun hats
trimmed with ribbons and laces,
we sat back and lay;
soaking up the divine serenity.
Sometime then the wind grew strong,
and dark clouds loomed in the horizon.
Thrilled kids leapt up high,
Floating frisbies caught adrift.
Girls exuding their unbridled joy;
their long pigtails streaming in the breeze.
An image vivid in mind,
of hankies flying,
seemed like all had grown wings white;
become meandering butterflies.
4th place in the contest
For the contest : "Picnic Time"
Sponsored by Carol Brown.