Blackberry Galore
The fruity aroma fills your space,
your mouth is filled with tangy taste.
Your eyes lay on the oval tree,
a small round ball is what you see.
Your hands feel the squishy bumps
the little balls, the juicy lumps.
Grown far and grown wide
in the sun or close to tide.
Your backyard or in the store,
everywhere, everywhere, blackberry galore!
Copyright © Melody Simpson | Year Posted 2009
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