Blackberries always grew by the side of the road,
Tourists jumped from Vista Cruisers to ravage those,
We searched deeper in the woods with blue plastic pails,
Closely following Grandma to her secret patch,
Where juicy blackberries waited only for us.
Morning sun burned off the chill an hour ago,
Squatting with stained fingers, tummies fuller than pails,
We battled sticker bushes for bigger berries,
Taking pride in that special find, holing it up high,
'Ladies and Gentlemen the worlds biggest black berry!'
Smiling at our silliness, Grandmother picked on,
Wide brimmed straw hat shading ruminating blue eyes,
She diligently filled two pails to carry home,
At our cottage, in cream with sugar, we ate more,
While Grandmother preserved the rest in Bell Jelly Jars.
rlm 8/2/01
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