Picnic Time

A poem entitled ‘The Picnic’

Do you remember the day, Alana?

Do you remember the day?

And the sun, and the fun when we picnicked as one

United, excited and oh, so delighted,

Under the boughs of the oak; and the smoke

From the barbecue’s smouldering coke; and the calls

Of the children all dashing and thrashing and splashing

As though they were bathing in sunny Havana,

Do you remember the day, Alana?

Do you remember the day?

And the cooling breeze in the shade of the trees,

And the hours we lazed, amazed as we gazed

Into each others eyes, Alana,

Do you remember the day?

And the bliss of the kiss we’ll never forget or regret

That bound us together then and binds us yet!