Tomorrow's Pie
The bushes in a sunny field
Beckon me once more.
In my heart the child remains,
Eager for the prize.
Beckon me once more.
In my heart the child remains,
Eager for the prize.
Season's blueberry bounty
Ripe and ready for my pail.
Taste of summer, childhood pleasure,
Luscious, tender, juicy berries.
Sweet traditions...
Memories...
Smiles.
Published by Delicia Powers
I am a grandmother living in the wonderful Maine woodlands. I used to write little poems on the back of envelopes for my children. I decided to try and organize my thoughts and simple "everyday experiences... View profile
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43 Comments
Post a CommentWe used to pick wild blueberries while camping on Lake Superior. They never made it into a pie as we ate them all while fresh. Thanks for the memories. rcj
Very cute. I like lines 5 & 6 the best.
wonderful job.
Excellent job.
Absolutely beautiful.
Lovely poem...and now I want to bake a pie...but it is 90 here...tooo hot
This makes me want to get making my homemade blueberry jams... :P
It reminds me of a story my grandmother told me of her selling huckleberries when she was a child. Beautiful memory. Thanks for your good work.
We actually were going to do a blueberry picking trip the weekend of the Fourth, but never got around to it. This poem makes me want to go this weekend! Great poem!!
Beautiful indeed. Great job.