Tea in the park.......(Rain rain go away)
Sparrows fight over scone crumbs,
beaks covered with jam and cream,
serviettes swirl beneath
the wooden bandstand.
The smart marching bands
have loosened their ties,
broke ranks to the clap of bunting,
blown away sheet music
played by the summer shower,
ink washed codas ending
under mud soaked footprints.
Then the hiss of rain stops,
hurried legs slow
as the sun's diamond arc
filters through the treetops.
A grateful reward
for the die hard umbrellas and folding chairs,
that raise an empty wine bottle
as the baton taps for one last rousing finale.