Hamper
Hamper packed ready for the picnic,
Away to remote countryside today,
Miles away from uncivilised civilisation,
Picnic time for us and the wasps and ants,
Evading the uncouthed with loud car radios,
Rural idylls found until they build houses on it.
By Christopher Tye
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