Strawberry Daydream Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

The day started, sunshine and rays.
A GOOD omen of a special day.
A fantastic fascination I have found
A strawberry field.
Every little red PLUMP


A BETTER DAY
A STRAWBERRY WAY.
I plucked one I ate.


Tender, TARTY TO MY TASTE slightly SWEET
Surely there is some secret WILL


Legal THE LANGUAGE I can not tell,
Lays some where under FLUFF of dust

My name printed there.
A strange PENMANSHIP.
NO gray days, the Sun sends its rays


To thousands and thousands of strawberries
Lay waiting, ripe for picking.
I plucked, again, I ate.

I contemplate, leaving.
Such pleasantries


The field STRETCHED endless, a tarty
Distance MAYBE acres I DANCED, I wandered


Further into the OASIS.
I DAYDREAMED.


LONG before I found my way



Before I had eaten
More strawberries than I THOUGHT

My thoughts could TAKE.
I thought I might EXPLODE.
A STRAWBERRY LOVERS FANTASY.


I Lingered HALF THE DAY.
I had not, of course returned


The same way.
I was DIFFERENT

No ordinary day,
No ordinary DAYDREAM
An unusual me, UNUSUALLY

For, I am sure I had LEFT my
strawberry HEART behind.