Weekend Getaway

A picnic blanket spread under the old Oak tree

My hardback spread across my chest as I nap

The smell of sunflowers in the air

My wife knitting with her back against the tree

Plates of cheddar cheese and crackers

Our wine glasses getting frequent use

Letting our thoughts drift off into space

Tomorrow, back on our feet hitting the pavement

Fighting tooth and nail to claw out a living

My satchel bursting with documents and contracts

But today we rest under the old Oak tree.