Pick Your Own
When May approaches, an activity awaits,
Mark the calendar with your available dates,
Take a friend along with you to join in the fun,
For strawberry season has already begun,
The red delicious fruit is ripe for the picking,
Plump, juicy strawberries are finger-licking,
As you pass by the farm you see rows of black mounds,
With green bushy plants low to the ground,
And the heavy red berries are hanging there on the vines,
“Pick-your-own” in large letters posted on the signs,
The air is fresh and the sun is warm,
And there are bees buzzing nearby, in a swarm,
The attendant hands you a small plastic pail,
And sits back to watch you on his comfy hay bale,
It’s an easy task and the pail fills up fast,
Pick all you want for this season won’t last,
Some as big as golf balls, succulent and sweet,
Eat one while you’re picking, it’s a delectable treat!
Tammy Harvey
Written: 1/19/2017
YUM!!
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