Going Berry Picking Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Going Berry Picking



I went berry picking,
For a reason,
I don't know why.

I knew the sun was bright,
And the clouds were large.
I couldn't figure it out,
I said with a sigh.

But just as I,
I plucked a few berries,
I realized,
That it was for the pleasure,
Of picking,
I surmised.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: beach
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