July Day

On this broiling July day 
In meadow I sit 
With my friend by my side 
Devouring our picnic 

I smell freshly cut grass
And the breeze in my hair 
Under and oak tree
Away from the sun’s glare

When rain comes along 
And spoils all our fun 
We’ve got umbrellas 
Instead of just run 

While we eat all our cakes 
And crunch all our biscuits 
We watch the sun 
Fade into the distance