Let us picnic together in Strawberry Fields <br />my delightful, melodious girl; <br />let us sit in the shade <br />sipping pink lemonade <br />as awakening blossoms unfurl. <br /> <br />We can twitter a tune by The Beatles, my love, <br />if we lounge for a time in the park; <br />I will sing 'Love Me Do' <br />then grin widely as you <br />pipe 'A Day In The Life' on a lark. <br /> <br />If we harmonize well, a Fab-Fourian spell <br />might enrapture the city, my sweet - <br />then each cabbie and cop <br />in Manhattan will hop <br />to a hip, Beatlemanian-Beat. <br /> <br />Should the spirit of Lennon appear to us, dear, <br />with George Harrison close to his side, <br />I will beam as you cling <br />to my arm when they sing <br />a rendition of 'Ticket To Ride'. <br /> <br />When we venture at sunset <br />from Strawberry Fields <br />and meander down Central Park West, <br />I will nod when you say: “Other bands are okay - <br />but The Beatles were surely the best.”<br /><br />Leeanndra O'Lear<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/006-let-us-picnic-together-in-strawberry-fields/
