Wild Strawberries Poem by Matt Mooney

Wild Strawberries

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Rustling the ditch's floral skirt for strawberries:
Red and wild, elusive little rubies of delight,
Hidden as they hang, no bigger than a haw:
Vying with the velvet bells of purple foxgloves,
Filling the colour void and ringing out the days
Of violets fading in the shady wood unseen;
Overlooked by ferns in unfurled flags of green.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Scotty Dogg 22 January 2012

Hell, I wanna make a pie.

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Laurie Hill 02 September 2009

Beautiful imagery Matt...can almost taste them....

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nomad omnia 17 August 2009

Perfect. I can smell them. N

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Matt Mooney

Matt Mooney

South Galway, Ireland.
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