FORAGING
... in a sunny spell
down in brightest part of the dell
we spot black clusters at full swell.
Ready to pick but there's a catch.
We must break through a thorny patch,
for we can't just reach out and snatch.
We start to learn rules of the game
that teach us there is blood and pain
when precious fruit we come to claim.
To make us pay for berries black
nature's weaponry gives us flack.
Whiplashing thorns our flesh attack.
Accepting that the price is blood
we persevere and soon make good,
down in that dell of August wood.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2021
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