Saturday, November 28, 2015

November Poetry

Blackberry Picking

In early fall the blackberry vines
were full of blackberries to take. 
I picked enough to fatten
all the pies we planned to bake. 
Yet not a drop of filling
did those juicy berries make:
I carried home two empty pails
and one full tummy ache. 

John Frank

1 comment:

Rambling Woods said...

There was so much berry picking and eating at the cabin when we were kids.. No pesticides... a simpler life with no phone or TV... Michelle