The grass ripples like the sea
And shines in the afternoon sun.
Children cackle
Mothers squawks
Dogs bark
And dad sleep without peace
A little football game
Acts as a sound track
Some laughed
And the white horse runs
From the fingers of a group of sticky kids.
Uncle Fred takes Mary
For her first bicycle lesson
Granddad shows little Timmy
How to fly his kite
Missing the trees and aircraft.
Mum thinks of tea
What would they like?
Ted and Ethel emerge
Hand in hand
The long lost lovers return
from a snog in the bush.
Mother rises from her dream of tea
And grunts a scowling glance at
Innocent little Ethel
Grandma smiles with a twinkle
In her eye
She still remembers the old
Sunday romps.
Dad wakes and demands some tea
So they all trample into
His luxurious 1947 car
Mother positioned between
Ethel and Ted
And off they move
From Wimbledon Common.
