The library in the woods cannot be seen by all
You have to be looking, and you cannot be so tall
It is down in the crook of a sycamore tree’s edge
Under a blackberry bush, inside a wall of a hedge
But it looks big in the photo, argued the biting red ant
Because it has been magnified by a hundred said all-knowing plant
The library in the woods has stayed a secret from most.
Hidden away by a large bullfrog, who serves as her host.
I am a blackberry fruit
Dark and shiny and plump
Growing wildly on the roadside
Sprawled on an old tree stump
I'm fragrant and enticing
Admit it, I know you fancy me
You just can't resist my charms
I'm a tasty bite and free
Think jams, puddings and pies
Sweet treats galore I proffer
Come over here, why don't you
And see what I have to offer
It's a bit of a tangle, I know
I'm behind a lot of vines
Tucked behind some prickly thorns
Ones with very long spines
What's that? You pricked your finger
That's a shame, but never mind
Stretch a little bit further over here
The vines are less entwined...
And now, of course, he's fallen in
He was psychologically pushed -
Never underestimate the cunning
Of a blackberry bush.. ambush!
The blackberry bush
Staining my fingertips, a
Sweetness worth the mess
The sun's going down
Grab as many one can hold
Painted crimson hands
Blackberries start as white dots in a sea of thorns
The flower will fade, and a green berry will join
Protected, it will grow and be pink
Safe from even a massacring mink
Larger, it will swell until it is red
No enemy can lay down their head
Darker and darker until it is black
The berries are ready for an attack
Sour, but delectable
The thorns are detectable
But what about the thornless blackberry bush?
Poor girl, she starts off white
Like the others that night
She grows into a misshapen berry
Unlike the others (who are), lucky? Very.
She stays as the others grow
Poor berry, behind she tows
The rest are protected by thorns of steel
But this poor one just needs a deal
From green to pink to red to black
The other blackberry is held far back
If only she could get some thorns
To protect her from the world's horns
The neglected female, without protection
Her parents have given her no love and affection
The other ones shall grow strong
Their parents are never gone
-September of 2020
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