Lunch in the park
by cricketjeff on August 11, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Sitting down and thinking on a patch of summer grass
Telling time on dandelion clocks
Reading bursts of Shakespeare to the daisies in the class
Watching for that cheeky urban fox
Writing simple verses as I nibble on a pear
Thinking of the words to say to you
Something seems to happen when there’s summer in the air
Another little love song forms on cue
Gazing at the cloudlets as they puff across the sky
Watching martins darting high above
Laughing at a toddler as he drags his mother by,
Dreaming of a night of summer love
How about a picnic with some sandwiches and such?
A fruity wine and half a life to kill
I’ll do some chicken wings and bake the cake you love so much
We’ll eat enough to make an army ill
Sit up at the back! The clover’s dropping off to sleep
I’ll read an epic ode to change the mood
Or threaten them with shepherds and a hungry flock of sheep
And back again to thoughts of summer food
Too much work and worry makes a man a boring drudge
Summer sun’s the cure for every ache
Your eyes outshine the sunlight if I’m any sort of judge
Not seeing them is more than I can take
Would you like an ice cream from the van outside the gate
A ninety-nine or just a simple cone?
Time to stop my musings or they’ll moan that I am late
So head back to the office on my own
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