UNDER AN OAK TREE
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 
It’s a lovely day for picnics and nostalgia.
Thanks always
On Sun, Mar 5, 2017 at 9:42 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Simply goregous!
This is lovely. It brings back memories of younger years, a red plaid blanket, home fried chicken, a peaceful beach scene and a very handsome loved one. We all should reach into those remembrances in our minds now and then and take some time off from reality for a moment. Very nice!
Thanks for your thoughts
On Thu, Jan 16, 2020 at 2:09 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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