Summer excursion amid tangles
Of sharp-thorned brambles thick
Sweet purple – black fruit to find
And in our baskets stick
It is a joy to scavenge so
But the pales when we compare
To the lovely jam that we will eat
That mother will prepare
Padre
Summer excursion amid tangles
Of sharp-thorned brambles thick
Sweet purple – black fruit to find
And in our baskets stick
It is a joy to scavenge so
But the pales when we compare
To the lovely jam that we will eat
That mother will prepare
Padre
One of my favorite jams. This is a sweet tribute. Thank you for sharing Padre!
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Blackberries, peaches and cream makes delightful summer dessert; but blackberry pie is my favorite. My wife makes blackberry muffins too.
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Love this. Never went berry-picking myself, but the experience you describe sounds heavenly. I as well adore the imagery in this piece, I can really visualize it. Excellent poem! It is wonderful.
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This is absolutely stunning! I too love the imagery in this one 😀 you have got me longing for some blackberry jam at this hour. 💝
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I loved my mother’s blackberry jam on hot biscuits….but blackberry cobbler was next best … with ice cream, of course! YUM
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I like the rhyme, flowy and relatively subtle.
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Yes, a jam jamboree!
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Straight back to childhood. The rhythm and rhyme add to the nostalgic feel.
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A trip through a summer pastime, from thorns to jam, with berries in between. I enjoyed the lilt of rhyme and rhythm.
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A sweet reward that makes the trouble worthwhile. Nice.
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Makes me think about when I was little and running through my grandmas yard. We picked and ate anything that had color. Good thing she only planted berries!
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