Poem: There is a time to every purpose, right?

Lovely, sweet 'n' juicy poem, reminding me of the picnic

Cassie, I, and another friend are having in a few weeks...

I like that you are having a proper picnic complete with a checkered table cloth. I loved the imagery in this poem, and the fact that the kids selling the peaches were sharp when it came to money. (So you had to do some haggling? ) Heavy peaches, mouth watering. Great to sit down with friends, family and eat fruit on a hot summer day and sow the seeds of conversation and plans for the future. Pleased you shared this experience with us. A lovely poem Andy P.

Andy P

I enjoyed the poem much and appreciate the work you put into

this piece, with the syllable count pattern, the way you negotiated

a well knitted rhyme scheme, and an inviting storyline. Kudos.

Oh, one more thing--I never knew what á la mode meant---now I

know..either 1. in the fashion or *2. ice cream on top

I think (><) that you mean a la carte

but poetic licence plus your thankfully reminding me that

I forgot to purchase peaches - and the store is still open,

and the pleasing visual images here,

together

with your rhythmically neat rhyme - scheme

= 8.3

x

I always like eating from a troth.

Oh I meant a trough. Never mind.

Aaaahhh! Thanks for the reminder...the Georgia peaches should be in and roadside stands cutting off samples...mmmnnn...I feel the juice running down chin...which way to the highway???Nice write!

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