No Picnic

No Picnic

We want to avoid the mistakes 
that we made the last time
and go on to the other side of the tree
to see just what we could find
think of the things that we could remember.
A side of the family that we could see
A time of our lives when we ate cucumber.
Cucumber sandwiches tea, toast and sunshine
the smell of mown grass 
shard light rays through branches
and the family well oiled in the fields. 
My orangy, yelllow colour, green salad
and the tan lines, the cakes on the plates assam, 
the sun and the moon just in our time
the falling of light colour skirts on the grass
I could be ever so further from happiness that visits so fast.
never had the money or breeding never had the visions of class...