Strawberries. <br />I have eaten strawberries all my life. <br />But I never tasted one until last month. <br /> <br />I have eaten Safeway strawberries, <br />And Food Lion strawberries. <br />Fruit stand strawberries, <br />And roadside strawberries. <br /> <br />I have eaten strawberry jam, <br />And strawberry jelly. <br />Strawberry sweets, <br />And strawberry pie. <br /> <br />But I never tasted one until last month. <br />You see, sometime last year, <br />Some friends of mine, <br />Planted a strawberry patch. <br /> <br />Then, this spring, they asked us to pick some. <br />It was then that I ate a freshly grown, <br />Picked off the vine, <br />Oh my God is that good, <br />Strawberry. <br /> <br />A juicy red plump, <br />Shiny as a Popsicle, <br />Sweet as cherry pie, <br />Flavored like no strawberry I had ever eaten, <br />Strawberry. <br /> <br />And while I would really like to know <br />Just what those puny little red sad fruits <br />That I have been eating all these years, were, <br />I do know one thing: <br />They weren’t strawberries!<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strawberries/
