Black and purple finger tipping
Juicy brambles through them dripping
Kids out walking some on bikes
Jumping ditches leaping dykes
Searching for a fruitful bush
Spotting one begins a rush
Squashed bagged fruit there’s no surprise
That all kids like their bramble pies
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe I should start each day with your poems. The images you pen are ones of happiness.