Picnic

We hike the road for a picnic
This sun-dappled summer day,
Under the lace of willow trees
That trims the winding roadway.

We find a cool spot by the brook
And spread good things to eat
Across a checkered tablecloth ---
What a wondrous noontime treat.

We pick blackberries for dessert
And search for rare wildflowers;
We're entertained by sweet birdsong
That floats from  nearby bowers.

The sun is sinking in the west;
We head home filled with pleasure,
With memories of this summer day
Stored in our hearts to treasure,

~ Earle J. Grant