Picnic On The Beach

A memory of summer picnics on the beach with my family

We sit upon a tartan rug

As Mum unpacks the cups, the jug

The plastic knife, the paper plate

While hungrily I contemplate

The labours of her morning toil:

Secret food in silver foil

A sandwich thrust into my hand

Of bread and butter, ham and sand

Those tiny grains well hid from sight

That grind my teeth with every bite

All washed down with milky tea

And warm flat lemonade for me

I notice from my sandy chair

The smells that saturate the air

Toffee apples, liquorice whips

Candy floss and fish and chips

The belching greasy spoon café

Cuts through the salty ocean spray

The music of the ice cream van

The vendor with his farmer's tan

And me dispatched with shopping list

A crumpled fiver in my fist

Returning back with frozen treat

Cross razor shells on naked feet

And silently we all partake

Of ice cream cone and chocolate flake

And when I'm finished, off I go

As Dad tunes on the radio

To hear some football match or other

While clearing up is left to mother

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

I just chanced on this lovely rhythmic poem , and how it made me smile... real life imagery and i loved it :)