Best Picnicked Poems

We’ve picnicked at the local park
It’s time to go, as it’s getting dark
But Lucy’s lost her small rag doll
And can’t sleep without Millie Moll

We have to find Lucy’s special toy
The roundabout doesn’t bring us joy  
We search the swings, climb the slide
Please find my...

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fall enters gaily
with a shower of bright leaves 
pushing summer out

I truly think that  it's a bummer
There only is three months of summer.

I sadly wave her on her way,
Summer whose stay is too soon gone.

Our summer, this year, was a winner.
We picnicked, vacationed and...

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Ms. Sadie
By
Tom Wright

There once was a woman named Sadie,
Who lived on a street that was shady,
She picnicked on the grass,
Just as she’d done as a lass,
And Ms. Sadie was seven and eighty.
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When I was just a little boy
we picnicked under alpine skies,
one time a mule deer strolled out
and fed in the meadow nearby.
Tall, curving antlers rising up
from a regal, tan-grey head
“The finest buck I’ve ever seen,”
were the words my father said.

Then I noticed something moving,
a tawny...

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With summer coming to an end very soon
I went on a long hike to escape my feelings of doom
my trusty walking cane helping me with my stride
doubling as a weapon in case I spied a suspicious guy,

Inhaling the jasmine as I walked along the path
wanton...

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A TELEPHONIC TONIC

I can’t believe she remained on the telephone~
For years she’d been telling me to leave her alone~
But my heart did the dialing while I could hardly speak~
Words etched from her beauty for a lady so sleek~

Willowy was she as we picnicked under a...

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Love on the rocks



I’ve fallen in love with a mermaid
She captured my heart with her song
She was singing her scales
And upsetting the whales
As she knitted a seashell sarong

Well I smiled at her, very politely
And she put down her knitting, and looked
She bade me come here
There...

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Going  out on a date calling around at nine
We are to wrap up warm no high  heels this time

Dressed in  thick sweaters trainers on our feet
We drove to the river a boat was waiting looking sleek

Jumped aboard and off  to go wind in the sails so strong
Heading for an...

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I have trekked across glaciers beneath high Sierra peaks.
Taken cover in blazing torrents on the rim of the Grand Canyon.
Picnicked under giant red woods, where trees last centuries.
Camped on sheltered islands removed from the coast.
Dove into kelp forests of the brisk Pacific Ocean.

Gawked at grand...

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Walking beside the ocean always fills me with emotion
Reminiscing of that special day when first I saw your face
You were swimming in the deep blue sea and passing by you waved at me
I caught my breath, as time stood still, my heart began to race...

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I had a date (not a great date but a date)! Could our covid nightmare be ending? 

An actual one-on-one date - can you imagine? It was with Noud, a university student (from Holland) I met a couple of weeks ago. 

Noud, to be accurate,...

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We stood in the drizzle
In the far meadows;
You danced in that f’gotten garden
On my flute;
We picnicked in there the wild highs,
I lifted you up high in my arms 
And you played with the cloud;
Alas O love! Neither I called ‘loud your name ZABEEDA…!
And it echoed...

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I was a dedicated, expert arborist, bringing joy and comfort to shady spaces,
As mountains give cool joy to blooms, in butterscotch afternoon's last traces.

A love of trees grew in youth, when climbing our oak, four hundred years old,
Then having fun in my tree house, soaked...

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A TELEPHONIC TONIC

I can’t believe she remained on the telephone~
For years she’d been telling me to leave her alone~
But my heart had done the dialing while I could hardly speak~
Words etched for refinement and beauty so sleek~

Willowy was she as we picnicked under a tree~
But...

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Jersey Shore was where my family picnicked every year
Under the weeping willow with a spraying fountain near
Nineteen ninety-eight we saw a bald eagle fly west
Eagles always soar that time of year to their nest
Though it was a chilly June we swam in the reverie 
Encompassed...

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