Little Red Picnic

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Poem about family picnics.

Little Red Picnic

Emerald pastureland, canary
larkspur, black-eyed Susan adornment.
Water, clean and clear, frothing, gurgling over pebbles and rock.
Minnows thick in dark, calm protection.
Moms in long cotton dresses of subdued floral prints;
Floppy hats sole shade from scalding sun.
Men in work shirts rolled
cotton drill pants hoisted by leather belts or red braces
Red-faced children laughing, chasing, racing;
Rolled pants exposing chubby legs;
Timid tiptoed experiments, shockingly cool.
Wonderful exotic smells wafting from reed baskets
on blue plaid blankets, rough to the knee.
Mounds of potato salad, jelly jiggling
in waves of lime green.
Spicily-dressed chicken parts.
A large chocolate cake inside stainless pan,
lazily dressed with thick chocolate icing.
Thermos of scolding, brewed coffee, passed around in Melmac mugs.
Long-awaited conversation. Burnt down cigarettes.
A cave; unexpected exploration
From the ceiling, heat-insulated frozen icicles.
A bear at home? “Not while we’re here,” we hope.
Hours pass; heading home past red barns and cow pastures.
Tired, and singing, to our heart’s content.

Submitted: June 13, 2020

© Copyright 2021 Shirley M. Langton. All rights reserved.

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