The simple life

My dad taught me to look at the sky.
On the porch we’d eat ice milk he’d buy.
If it stormed too much we’d go in,
or sometimes just let it go by.

With a ladder we’d look at the stars,
and steady binoculars on Mars.
We looked toward the moon and saw weather balloons,
now they looked really bizarre!

I remember we’d drive on a Sunday.
Out in the country a bunch.
We’d put a blanket on the grass by the road.
And sit there and eat us some lunch.

My mom would fix all the meals.
I never did like the egg salad.
I loved those old family picnics.
My egg salad complaints are still valid.

We once stopped to look at dust devils.
Swirling up over black dirt.
We did it for fun, the funnels would run,
very near us but no one got hurt.

Indian Mill was another sweet spot.
And conservation club fishing.
I will replicate, some of this great,
simple life I had and been missing.