Bill Keen Poet Alliteration

August Anthem

Blueberries rushing down five at a time
			from loaded branches tom-tom the bottom
			of a coffee can until growing numbers
			mute the beat. Super pickers fill
			two cans an hour in bumper season.
			Pies and muffins march from ovens
			and cereal looks richer than a lapis crown.
			In blueberry time we reach to the highest hoards.
			On these gems of the Sun we feast like lords.

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Marikate Kingston April 3, 2023 at 7:34 PM Hello Bill. I was surfing around tonight and found your darling poem. It's such a fun one. It brought back memories of picking blueberries when I was little. Then you couldn't hide the fact that you were eating as you picked, because your fingers were stained blue, after just a few. "Pies and muffins march from ovens" smells good. Love this line, yummy.