picnic
What see thee through there but fair green splendor, cherry blossom boats and crystal wine chimes. distant coxswain cries laughing ribbon tied boaters, reed hampers upon gingham splayed.What see thee through there a lovers world, buzzing as bees from the trumpets burst,only a cold footed wade away but I think beneath the water kissing veils I will stay and ponder, dream awhile.x
