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.
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