Flowers, dancing in the meadow.
I want to paint the smell of freshly cut flowers, dancing in the meadow.
I want to paint the taste of sweet, sugary, strawberries lay across the picnic blanket.
I want to paint the feel of wind blowing freely through my golden, glossy hair.
I want to paint the memory of my beautiful family day spent at Victoria Park.
I like how you described it.How long did it take you to think of your poem.Can you add what family members.
I love your poem! But to improve it by saying maybe if the blanket was soft or if it had a pattern or a design? Other than that it is a lovely poem well done!