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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a sweet happy little poem. Much enjoyed! Anyone who's having a bad day should read this :)