Cherry Picker

she picked cherries, and sometimes even berries, she worked in plantations, in sun that often shone hard, she cared little for winters, that often took her apart, she had become adept at that, and earned her day wages flat, her fingers and reflexes, had developed, to the condition of cherries, and sometimes of berries, at which they needed to be picked, her work was just this, when she was not in job, she was in holiday bliss, she had come to see life, as berry and cherry, and sure picked her way, in her own fashion, quite gay and merry.