A wonderfull day is unfolding.
A child has gone blackberry picking.
Along a thorn freckled hillside,
these bursting fruits do reside.
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Only sunshine by and by.
Nature's gladdest moment does shine,
All along that slope of mine.
A happy jaunt in his step,
For blackberry thoughts do pep.
Later on after a culling's done,
its off to home with berries won.
a pen of wise king love to be read A wonderfull day is unfolding. A child has gone blackberry picking. Along a thorn freckled hillside, these bursting fruits do reside. Nary a cloud in the sky. Only sunshine by and by.
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There is something amazing about being out-n-about within nature; this poem has captured that essence well.