Backyard canvas protector of all things summer
Ruptured and repaired with patches and pipes
A tad shaky and wind-weathered, still standing

The canopy for all warm weather wing-dings
Family dinners, end-of-birthday cake cuttings
Graduation station for all grazing seniors

You’ve shaded our puzzles, paintings and perler beads
Kept dry our pillows and benches
Saved pansies and petunias from sweltering sun

When your crimson panels rise to your top
The summer swelter has made its way down
And we shelter beneath your cooling shield

So simple a presence, yet so mighty in goal
Standing stalwart midst a gusty gale
You are dual, whimsy and workhorse

Revered, our Red Umbrella