Berry Picking Time
Berry Picking Time
By Elton Camp
The blackberry patch is off in the field
A crop of tasty, dark berries are its yield
Picking them the family does every year
During all the decades we’ve lived here
So that the sticky briers arms won’t hurt,
I always put on an old long-sleeved shirt
A syrup bucket is the container to pick
With its metal handle, it does the trick
I manage to reach the berry picking spot
Before the autumn sun has made it too hot
I look over here and then way over there
Clusters of ripe berries I see everywhere
Then the first blackberry vine I assail,
Two in my mouth and one in the pail
To control myself I’ll now have to try
To pick enough for a blackberry pie
There are the hungry wasps to share
One over here and three over there
While their need is greater than mine
With a shake, I drive them off the vine
As usual, those at the edge can’t match
The berries toward the center of the patch
I strike the vines and stomp them down
By making trails I can easily get around
After a while, my mission I have fulfilled
My metal pail has now become well filled
I feel so sorry for the haughty city slicker
A man can do worse than be a berry picker
Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2011
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