The chequered rug lay on the ground
Hard boiled eggs and tomatoes on
Plastic plates. A jug of lemon juice
With bees buzzing all around.
Sitting by the river breaking bread,
With children playing on the grass
Dancing round and round in circles,
And ducks and swans waiting to be fed.
Clouds billowing up in an overcast sky
Brings gentle rain falling to the ground
That is over before it truly began,
And the dog stealing a piece of pie.
Buttercups and dandelions carpet the green
And pleasant field, and weeping willows
Sigh with their leaves kissing the river.
The family picnic is a sight to be seen.
Reminds me of our childhood picnics in the Pennines with my sister three brothers and Lovely poem of bygone days Thanks for sharing
I could almost see the ants rushing toward the picnic basket. Enjoyed this very much.
Wish I was there. Love picnics as much as the ants do! ;) Lovely imagery.
... and weeping willows... kissing the river Beautiful like Monet's paintings. Please read my poem 'Monet' when you have time. Great job David.
Lovely write...remind me of our days in Europe having picnics with the whole family. Joyfull in every manner! ! !
The varied scenes that flash across during a family picnic! When people take a break from their monotonous routine, they never bother a light drizzle or even stray animals stealing a bit of a morsel! A very enjoyable scene beautifully depicted! !
Lovely picnic that present around the river dance, which fertile the garden along it moving lines_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not a single scene is missed from this commonly shared occasion of family picnic at the river side, even dog's stealing a piece of pie...the poem has a clearly featured design of lines 1 & 4 in all stanzas...a poetic variety! ! !