The Shaded Tree

The Shaded Tree There's nothing like a warm summer day To picnic under a shaded tree, a gentle breeze To cool your mood as you gobble down food Swatting at flies from your fries and pies, make you Want to close your eyes, and conjure up a beehive No repellant to ward off the any invasion trekking on The picnic basket, carrying bits of food as they steadily Form a line gathering up the chunks of rind, and making There way to that ant hill mine, you close your eye's And take a deep breath of nature's fragrant air Wishing you were in Kriti Crete or on a cruise ship Sailing the islands, and listening to the music drumming In your ears, no care of fear as you swat the flies and stomp The ants as they steadily approach the spot you enjoyed For a little while, neither glance skyward to see the clouds Float by, nor nap under the shaded tree As you pack up the picnic basket, and shake out the crumbs On the blanket, you glance up at the leaves on the tree branches With a thought to come back another day to have A picnic and sit under a big shaded tree