Berries On a Walk

On a walk
In the country
Firstly, along
The canal
Past the crazy swans
Who are protecting
Their nest of young ones
On up the hill
And over the gate
Into the pasture
Where the berries
Are a plenty
Forage a few
To eat now
Hands have turned
All black and blue
Sprinkles have come
Mud is on the rise
Laughter illuminates
The faces with smiles
Gentle breeze picks up
Time to take cover
No where really
To hide, so seek
Shelter under a tree
And hope lightning
Let’s us be
…by Pauline Harris

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