Breezy is the day, spring is in the air,
Sunny is the way, a few clouds in the sky.
Sitting by the river, peaceful as can be,
A picnic with you, on a blanket, under an oak tree.
Shady and cool, what a beautiful way to play,
A little music to our ears, this is our day.
Listen to the birds, they sing in the wind,
Butterflies float from here to there.
A time of pleasure, moments without care,
Do you remember a time when this was you,
I remember Springs so long ago, i remember you.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
I definitely like this one. 🙂 Brings the images to mind very easily. Not that I know much about poetry. But hey, I know what I like. 🙂
I’d like to be there. 🙂 Lovely poem.
simple and lovely
Your words paints a vivid scene, bringing it so clearly to mind.
Thanks for reading
On Fri, May 22, 2015 at 9:37 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I remember …. those were the days.