The Picnic's of Yesterday

Back in the dreams of yesterday with the love of the past gone by back in the days of yesterday with the love of fun and games On a train to the middle of nowhere in a field of grass and grain to a paddock in the middle of nowhere came the people of yesterday They'ed dance to the music of banjos and laugh at the egg and spoon race they'ed race, with their legs tied at ankles a father and son racing game They talked about gossip and mingled, with friends, that they worked with each day they laughed at the races of children and kissed behind bails of hay ate picnics enjoying the sunshine a family, of people at play no need for the rules of a lifetime A Mother would know what to say respect, was the game of the moment as kids and the family played now its Ipads, earphones, and chattel computers, that tic-tac, rattle sometimes I think children have lost the games that our family played the days of laughter and sunshine in the fields of straw and hay on trains that took us to nowhere where the men from the factory played where the children knew laughter and sunshine Instead of just video games, we'd walk in the sunshine and laughter kids knew respect for the adults at the picnics of yesterday