Picnic On The Beach

Picnic On The Beach

A Poem by Baz
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A memory of summer picnics on the beach with my family

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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 feed

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

© 2020 Baz


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

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Added on February 5, 2020
Last Updated on February 12, 2020
Tags: beach, picnic, ice cream, eat, food, sea

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Baz
Baz

Dublin, Ireland



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