18 June 2012
Long green rows bathing in the sun. Golden yellow straw stripping through. Little red fruits hang between, That's right! It's time! Theres picking to do.
Holding my cardboard punet, Bending and rummaging the rows. Finding the best looking strawberries. Into the punet they go.
There are some too good to wait. The biggest juiciest ones. Into my mouth they disappear. It's all a part of the fun.
Once the punet is full, Over to the shed we take, There they're weighed, and we're charged, For the strawberries that met our wake.
A few pounds of money gone. Half a kilo of strawberries gained. I love strawberry picking in the summer. All my life I have been trained. ©Odd
Strawberry Picking • Opuss № I