Strawberries
By Grannyrosie
STRAWBERRIES Never ending rows of them, Green, fanned out leaves, Yellow centered , white flowers, Then tiny little beads. Beads that do develop, So quickly every day, Suddenly, before we realise, They are hidden right away. The leaves provide a haven, So the sun, it will not scorch, The rain will not allow fungi, On these morsels, by the porch. From green, to white, then pink, then red, Luscious, ripe strawberries, Nestling in the leaves there, Not a worry, not a care. I wonder, if they know about My great big crystal bowl, That I sit inside the frig', Where it's very, very cold. Where strawberries ripe and juicy, Seem to find their end, They hardly ever, ever scream, Especially, covered with icecream. Written January 4th, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 04:14 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 10
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