PICNIC TABLE


 An object, not of the living as it did exist brand 
 New,


 It arrived one day, pieces of many, not yet whole.



 One step at a time, created was this picnic table,



 Used by many, sat at it for many years did I.



 Aged with time, with each day a table grew older,



 For the next five years its purpose would change.



 Sitting mostly lonely except when I opened the garage,



 My picnic table was of good use, I would do work on it.



 It came time to say goodbye, old and decayed,



 A picnic table now rests on the grass, next to a 
 Beautiful tree.
               Keith Garrett