Only A Poet
one new poem. each day. one year.
21 March 2010
Picnic Party
The food in paper plates
On blankets spread out wide;
The talk and friends' updates
And trying from sun to hide.
The wind blows grass in food,
The shoes around the tarp,
A cheerful upbeat mood,
The joy from laughter's harp.
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