Bearberry Poems - Poems about Bearberry

...My (bleeding) heart is filled to overflowing, To see any growing glad(iolus), garden glowing; Each sun peached, (petunia) petaled delight, Is frozen in precious moments of pure delight, From bur......

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...I sit at the end of the wooden pier near the river's edge, my feet splashing the blue mirrored hedge watching the swirls on the depthless water. In my hand a wild spray of dandel......

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...We big, tough, well-thinking male bearberries blew and we snarled and we spouted and we blew. But those danged dandelions obstinately kept their tops on, no matter how much we did fuss. Come on......

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