Picnic Mountain

On the top of picnic mountain

we always unpacked the fold up table and chairs ,

Then we spread out a laced tablecloth

 and laid out the necessary silverwares  

In top hat and tails and evening dress ,

We sat looking  at the landscape far below.

We drank champagne and ate what was prepared

before the night sky would put on the show .

We lit our candles and we would dance

and sing like two swells on top of the mountain  .

We left open invitations for people to join us

but no one dropped in..

There's was something special about

picnicking there ,

near the fluffed up clouds in the sky.

A little touch of eccentricity never hurt us ,  

but those days have gone by .