We sat at the picnic table across the road
partridge berry jam with buttery scones
tea hot with a bit of milk
bakeapple pies with melt-in-your mouth pastry.
Over there at the white sided house
with the green roof,
five pairs of denim jeans
dark and lean
blew in the wind
on a sunny spring day in Newfoundland.
Off in the distance, snowy patch of white
on Gros Morne,
tomorrow we will climb the mountain.
— Patricia A. McGoldrick, Kitchener ON
Thanks for adding the great photo to fit with my poem!