Looking through the thousands fo poems on the PH list I felt there was something lacking. Modern poems that where quintisentailly English! What could be more English that Blackberrying in late Summer. So here is a poem on just that exercise! <br /> <br />Take your time as the blackberries you pick, <br />Be careful not to damage friut or bush. <br />Warn the children NOT the RED or GREEN ones <br />Take time when you are picking do not rush! <br /> <br />Take your time when you seek out the big ones <br />Move aside the thistledown with careful care, <br />Don't tread on the Rose Bay Willow Herb <br />And the other sweet wild flowers growing there. <br /> <br />Take your time as you approach the brambles <br />Walk up the track of mud - where late wild flowers bud <br />Take care to close each gate as you pass through <br />Observe that natures providence is good! <br /> <br />Take the time to observe all the inects <br />Lady birds and dragon flies with jewelled eyes that shine. <br />Savour scent and savour sounds and visions <br />Observe that Nature always takes her time! <br /> <br />Exquisute is the savour of blackberries <br />When cooked with bramleys in a perfect pie <br />The sweet friut of your labours served with cream <br />Will make you dream and all your tastebuds satisfy!<br /><br />John Knight<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blackberries-ripe-for-the-picking/
