Well may they be a woodland plant
Where, cool and hidden, grow
In shady nook, but here at home
My forty-foot long row
Of strawberries needs expertise
In patience, as in time,
I crouch and bend in full hot sun
To gather from that line
A feast of red, so sweet and small
With fragrance all their own,
My Alpine bed of strawberries,
When picked, are mine alone!
At least thats what I'd like to say
When half-way through I gasp,
But being me I know I'll share, - -
Or be attacked en-masse.!
A treat of a poem, mmm Fay you have made my mouth water, nothing nicer than home grown fruits, strawberries and cornish clotted cream, what could be nicer? 10 Lynda xx
'A feast of red, so sweet and small With fragrance all their own, My Alpine bed of strawberries, When picked, are mine alone! ...' Mmm..you made me feel drowned in fragrance and taste of sweet red strawberries.This is quite delicious! Thanks for sharing :) A.
What fun! I used to grow the little ones too. They are small but powerful. Also grew some very big ones called Fairfax. Strictly for the home garden as they are too tender to withstand being marketed....hum, just like poetry. Thanks to you for reading some of my poems. I really appreciate your comments. Just put up a new one called Soliloquy. I you like Soliloquy, perhaps you will like Blueprint also, which is a different approach. Will be reading more of yours, Val
What a great way to be sticky! I now put them in a salad with cherry tomatoes and baby spinach. Strawberries are the best. Beautiful descriptive poem, strawberries of which you won't enjoy on your own. 10 Karin Anderson
Methinks the choicest plumpest ones, never made that bowl! with a sideways glance behind you, they were eaten whole! what colour is your lipstick Fay? is it strawberry red! now say three hail Mary's before you go to bed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely write Fay I can just imagine this scene lol...lovely strawberries though: 0)) ...Fi 10++++