Desert valley fire blossoms
‘neath the willow tree
sweeping pines and pine cone boxes
full of special treats
plaid in cotton strewn about
with wine glasses clinking
toasting lovely things

Angels gather for the feast
that’s fit to feed the kings
of long ago ages
and Shakespearean stages
and of course, you and me

Hello angels, hello sky
hello God, you and I
and hello all you picnic things
I greet with love and special means
as we sit here ‘neat this willow tree
feeling special things

feeling free, just you and me


Copyright © 2001 Brenda Barnhart