Blackberry Picking Alone

I stopped along the trail, 
enticed by the blackberries there.
Wishing I had brought a pail
to pick an abundance to share.

But no pail was to be had.
so I stood there enjoying a taste,
Making my heart quite glad
that today I was in no haste.

Remembering years gone by,
when blackberry picking we'd go.
Baking them into a pie
good enough to place in any show.

But now it's only me, just me ,
and I've no need to make a pie for one.
So I'll just enjoy one more blackberry
and wander off now that I'm done.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022



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Date: 8/27/2022 11:13:00 AM
My late wife never missed a season! She loved blackberries (and rhubarb)! Enjoyed! Aloha!
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Francine Roberts
Date: 8/27/2022 1:47:00 PM
thank you
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