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Lush stubby grass bends and sways
A perfect place to spend our day 
Forever, it is spread, beneath our feet
Green carpet as far as the eye can see 
Encompassing silence with its prickly touch
The sky so blue, with touch of gray 
Appears to enjoy a game it plays
Gathering clouds that tease the sun
Who darts, and hides between each one
He sends a yellow ship that sails, 
Upon a sea of flowering hills

We spread our blanket under the trees
And marvel at the fickle breeze
It takes a turn, from hot to warm
It soothes the brow, then cools us down,  
We lunch with wine, French bread and cheese
Big apples, grapes, of red and green
We nap among the shady groves
Awakenend by the scent of rain

A run for cover beneath a bridge
We laugh like children, once again
And like ripples on a silent stream..
Dripping songs, and unuttered words
Sweet music is played.... new memories are heard


For Carol Brown's contest "Picnic Time"

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