Days of Old

There is no sign of an Esky Nor sight of a barbecue Not even one pesky fly In this picture that I view No sign of children playing With bat and ball No sign of guns and rifles Not much to see at all Just peace People sitting on long grass No sign of people drinking Beer or spirits from a glass The only thing I spy Are adults and different cars I know they can't be out in space It was too early to fly to Mars The only thing I can think of That used to give some motorists pleasure Back when people met in their cars To find some hidden treasure