The willow dome quivers
at the touch of a breeze
and the sun-blessed air
hums a melody of bees.
A full jug of lemonade,
iced and freshly squeezed,
balances by sliced bread
and a bowl of strawberries.
We sip and chew together,
plates perched upon our knees;
listening to the river, we drift
into drowsiness and sleep.
Kim M. Russell, 17th May 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Let’s Have a Picnic Y’all!, also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry
Toni tells us about hanami picnics In Japan and picnics in the park in the United States; she says it’s the season for picnics.
She would like us to write about a picnic – real, fantasised, romantic, family, by the lake or the ocean, in a park or the back yard – in any form of our choice, keeping it short, in fewer than 200 words.
writing in north norfolk 
Sounds like a nice, peaceful outing one I’d like to be with. Healthy food too. Perfect ending too, for a sunny afternoon .
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Thank you, Jim. Sadly the weather isn’t I good today and there won’t be any picnics.
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We’re still months away from that bliss up here in The Northeast Kingdom, K; but thanks for the appetizer! Well done.
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Thank you, Ron!
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What a serene blissful picnic Kim. Beautiful!
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Thanks Linda! ❤
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This is such a gorgeously peaceful picnic, Kim! 😀 Love those strawberries! ❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa!❤
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Such peacefulness. I’ve seen the time when after a good eat outside, several of my family (and me) would fall asleep under the trees. I love your menu!
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Thanks Toni!
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What a beautiful poem!
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Thank you, Teresa!
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Channellng Enid Blyton. Love it !
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Thank you, Rall!
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It was a picnic-y week in blogdom. Smiles. I love strawberry picnics.
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Thanks Sherry. 🍓🍓🍓
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That sounds like a perfect day. Bucks County resembles Waterworld right now, so any picnics I’d have would be on a raft. I’ll bet I can coax the kids into having one once the weather gets warmer.
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Thanks Rommy. I hope You get some picnic weather soon.
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I would love to picnic under the beautiful willow. I’d fill on my lunch and slip into a mystical dream. Actually, I went for a walk yesterday and stood under a willow for a while to look at some new baby ducklings. Everything is alive with new life.
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You’ve reminded me to check for returning ducks and swans down at the moorings, although it’s so busy with people and boats, they might have moved to somewhere quieter. I love waterfowl.
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A beautiful picnic. I’d love to be in this picture.
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Thank you, Viv.
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😊
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Love it… the second stanza reminds me of omar khayyam…
A BOOK of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
O, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
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Oh this makes me want to go on a picnic! So lovely!
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Thank you!
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This is a beautiful encouragement to brave the heat this afternoon. 🙂
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Thank you! 😊
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Lovely. This poem was nostalgic for me.
I like that feeling.
=)
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I’m glad it made you feel like that!
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You’ve described an afternoon of heaven on earth. **sigh**
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Thank you!
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What a most pleasant and relaxing poem…just like a good picnic, Kim.
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Thank you, Gayle!
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Very lyrical…!
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Thank you, Rajani!
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love the rustic, gentle imagery you painted in the poem.
really a delight to read!
— Lee San
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Thank you!
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