Picking Blueberries
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Part of my family went pick'n blueberries
Kaizley only 18 months old picked quite a few
She was a pound heavier when she left the bush
Taking care of the lower limbs, she came away blue
Karter was busy reaching in the middle
A handful in his mouth, he was quite subtle
Then a handful in his bag, as swift as a fly
I could say that even he guttled
Phyllis several feet taller reached into the top
She loved to get the rabbit eye kind
And in her mouth they'd pop
A few handfuls in her bag so berries reclined
Long she will remember her day at mom's
She can tell her grandchild about blueberry bushes
Life on the farm and how it sometimes isn't easy
But picking those blueberries is fun and also hiding in the rushes
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2021
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