Walking out in the woods, where
the raspberries grew. Picking
mushrooms and blueberries too.
Oh how I cherish, those times with
you! .. Under the skies, of such
beautiful hue...
There's a beautiful rhythmic flow to this wonderful poem. It brings back memories of children playing hop scotch. Rebecca, thanks for the memories. Excuse me, while I eat some blueberries, so that I remember to revisit this poem.
Raspberries, mushrooms and blueberries- all my favourites together woven into a string of a poem full of cherished memories. Marvellous poem dear Becca.....10
This sounds very much like the beginning of a song! I wish it had continued, are you up for bribes? Lovely write, my dear, so I am sprinkling an orchestra of stars all over it! and a fav as well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Made a re today. Enjoyed the rhyme and rhythm.Thank you, Becca