Summer Bramble Diadem
Blackberries waiting to be picked
At the end of July
Guard their treasures with a thorn prick
And a black snake nearby
Tasty morsels of purple sprig
Hanging savory sweet
Stabs your fingers with spiteful twigs
So none may ever eat
Both my hands are dripping bloody
And I watched the snake's eye
Thunderstorms made plucking muddy
But Mmmm...Blackberry pie!
poem by Pasquale DiMeola
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