Picnics Poem by Lee Fones

sandwich cheese and pickle
at our ole picnic spot
in distance water trickle
summertime it was hot

stopping at our wood
with cross over bridge
enjoyed it when we could
car was not a fridge

strolling down twisty lanes
took our boxer dog a walk
saw one or two jet planes
pheasants they did squawk

went every other Sunday
was our family treat
couldn't do another day
Sheep they did bleat

picnics nice to do
when aged four to six
however wanted loo
made urinal out of sticks