A small stream,
flowing through hills and trees.
A Summer outing,
with a cooling breeze.
Such was the scene,
when I was a boy.
A family picnic,
a summer joy.
Rippling waters, cascade,
over rock and clay.
Oh the memories,
of that summer day.
The smell of cold fried chicken,
potato salad and baked beans,
are my memories of,
the summer picnic scenes.
A Comment by Yelena
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