Disappearing Blueberries
I came upon some blueberries
While strolling through a country woods.
So big, so plump and very ripe
And they were growing all around.
I was amazed that no one had
Yet come by here and picked them all.
So, from my pocket I took out
A shopping bag and set about
To pick as many as I could
Before the sun of day went down.
But, when I turned they’d disappeared
And they were no where to be found.
I could not believe my two eyes
That they were there and now were gone.
But, that was it and my secret
I’ve never told a soul but you.
W.C.Hull © 2020-14-7-WCH-2-22
W.C.Hull © 2020-14-7-H1481-2591-I53-K53-4-L61-4
Copyright © W.C. Hull | Year Posted 2020
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