Remember The Picnics
Remember the picnics
one day they’ll be gone
with only a memory to blanket the green
For warm summer days
are not meant to remain
we feast them away with the wine of our youth
Remember the picnics
when winter blows in
when ice cycles forecast the cold days ahead
It’s then that we need them
through every last sigh
to hold once again in the bloom of our hearts
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2025
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