Blackberry Brambles
One golden August day
Walking along the narrow lane
With ice cream pail in hand
Over the lush woodsy land
Looking for brambles of blackberries
Thirsting for their sweet juice in my belly
And nature's kindness does bestow
Along the lane unhindered they grow
Blackberries hang swollen on their vines
The first one a sweet addictive wine
Soon forgotten are the thorns
Each berry its own delectable reward
ALesiach © 07/26/2019
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2019
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