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