Left in the elements through the winter, <br />Often unremembered but for a splinter. <br /> <br />Yet in the summer the family will have a need, <br />For their sandwiches and pies on me to feed. <br />Next to nature beneath the trees, <br />Amidst the pest, the flies, the bees. <br /> <br />Laughter and song a family affair, <br />The sun shine and the cool fresh air. <br />The coleslaw and soda splash on me. <br />What a time for a picnic table to be. <br /> <br />Winter comes again her snow white covering, <br />My memories of laughter till the new spring.<br /><br />Saint Eule<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-picnic-table/
