in the playground of the gods,
in the days of avocado sandwiches
and kalamata olives
the scent of roses
fluttered like a magic spell
as we strolled
round and round the garden paths
in floral breezes and bird chirps
and airy whispers
and slowly, wound our way
to the edge of the wild precipice
that looked down upon
the roving sea
where time rested,
suspended, soft and serene,
on wafts of gentle rose wind
than anyone could ever dream:
in such a supernatural place,
nibbling avocado sandwiches
and kalamata olives, happy . . .
as happy, as we could ever hope to be
by the ocean, encircled in blossoms
and green, under the azure sky,
in the playground of the gods . . .
adrift in rose wind.
note: a picnic area in Burnaby Mountain Park that features Totem Poles and a beyond beautiful rose garden and looks out over the Burrard Inlet on the Pacific Ocean is known as the "Playground of the Gods".
photo: Rose Wind - W. Bourke
© 2014 Wendy Bourke