Picnic

Pack up the kids, the stuff and the dog
off to the park, out of the smog.
A place for a party and a little meal
really doesn’t need to be a great big deal.
A little fried chicken, some chips and slaw
make it at home, no restaurant to call.
Maybe some hot dogs cooked on a stick
they taste so good, always do the trick.
Add some mustard, nestled on a bun
the kind of food you can eat on the run.
A little game of catch, a swim in the lake
a lot of fun, nothing to fake.
A picnic is great, an outing for the day
Dad naps in the hammock, not even a sway.
It’s better than a trip to shop at the mall
a really good time will be had by all.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©