Strawberries

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When the berries are ripe I think of us

we were so young then, in the fields

and so much in love, the sun

on our backs, but we didn’t care

if it rained.

It was the harvest filling

our souls.

              

The plants beckoned to us, holding onto their treasure

your sunhat never hiding your smile,

and later the children

reaching in with tiny hands

filled with joy

as they filled their buckets.

            

I remember hearing, “Mommy, Daddy, look……I got a big one!”

Life was so beautiful then.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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