Saint Eule - The Picnic Table

Left in the elements through the winter,
Often unremembered but for a splinter.

Yet in the summer the family will have a need,
For their sandwiches and pies on me to feed.
Next to nature beneath the trees,
Amidst the pest, the flies, the bees.

Laughter and song a family affair,
The sun shine and the cool fresh air.
The coleslaw and soda splash on me.
What a time for a picnic table to be.

Winter comes again her snow white covering,
My memories of laughter till the new spring.

Saint Eule

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