Strawberry Fields Poem by Nick krakana

No finer a scene can be 

Than strawberry pickers

In the early morning


With rumps up in the air


Eyes fixed on berries 
so fat and near


Red fingers all they're having a ball

The world outside is put on stall


There seems to be tranquility


Amidst these fields of berrying

Each sore back picks away

Not noticing the heat of day


Contentment marks each Isle I see

As pickers talk upon there knees


Not about the cares of life

Rather how these berries relive its strive


Come with me now we'll pick awhile

The cares of life will wash away


As we pick away a summers day

Nick Krakana
July 2013