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Berry Picking

A memory comes drifting . . . Mom, my sister and me follow a winding path, behind our home by the edge of a rapid stream; it is a beautiful sunny day with a blue sky, the swaying meadow is full of wildflowers and life. The bees are buzzing and butterflies are floating, Mom, smiles and hands each of us a straw basket; she has promised to make us a raspberry pie, and she wants Grandma to make her special jam. We all start picking the lush dangling red berries, one for our baskets and two for our waiting mouth; we think this real funny and burst out laughing, until we stop to look at Mom's basket overflowing. She glances at our baskets and pathetic collection, have you girls been eating the berries, she sighs; oh no, we exclaim, bending to pick as fast as we can, but our red stained fingers and stained lips betray us. _______________________ June 28, 2020 Poetry/Verse/Berry Picking Copyright Protected, ID 20- 1263-709-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Strand Completely New (2) sponsor, Brian Strand Honorable Mention

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Date: 7/1/2020 9:17:00 AM
Loved reading this soothing memory of yours Constance. You were lucky to have such a beautiful place near your home. It brought back memories from my own childhood and cousins, naughty yet innocent. Thank you for writing this one. Congratulations on your win. Blessings and love :)
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Date: 6/30/2020 7:43:00 AM
Hello mam, I enjoyed reading your true memory. :-) It's beautiful.I can relate to it.Sometimes me and my brother get caught like this. Congratulations on your Win.:-)Keep writing and keep inspiring us.:-) Have a great day.With love~Deepa
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Date: 6/29/2020 12:50:00 PM
Hi friends, this is a true memory _Constance
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Date: 6/29/2020 10:42:00 AM
its not always easy being caught....we become what the panic sought....what do i do, what can i say....i could avoid it if i could find a way....without knowing it, we instinctively lie....and the shame causes our hearts to cry....wow adh....that was so cute and inspiring....;)
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