Down Blueberry Woods
Cycling down the cool passage through the merry woods,
Dark and light green leaves, the trees majestically stood.
The blue skies high above, with the sun so friendly.
He bends, straighten each bush and picks them gently.
Lays so easily for him to reach and place it on his lips.
Juice tasting so good, leaving stains on his finger tips.
A friendly kitten treads softly and gives a childish stare.
As he leans gently towards her with love and tender care.
Saying goodbye to this innocent blessing, tis so hard to do,
Offending her was not the intent but what else is one to do?
Marvellous was the ride they had on this peaceful day
Capturing pictures to look back on this perfect summers day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem