picking raspberries
This is an excellent poem and brings back memories.
Cao,
Patricia
“Go ahead,” says the tour guide.
“The bees won’t sting you. They’re too busy pollenating.”
i take my cup
begin picking raspberries
could bees, would bees
should bees, can’t bees
must bees and never bees
buzzing all around
the tour guide was right
by mary ann blinkhorn
- Posted in: historical
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I just finished camping out in your blog. I read every post you have here except the reblogged posts. Now I’m off to check the reblogged posts to see if I like them enough to follow their writers.
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Hi,
Thank you very much. I am very sorry about the likes. I am still learning WordPress and just find out this morning that I had accidentally, out of my ignorance of WordPress, turned it off. It is now on.
Once again, thank you for visiting, and you are welcomed back anytime. I love your pictures and plan to use a few in some of my own blogs and give you the recognition for the pictures posted.
Have a good day.
Ciao,
Patricia
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Yep, except my kids and me picked huckleberries which made great pies. What’s a bee sting or two with that in the making? Love, Micki
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To bee or not to bee, that is the question. Blackberries and Mulberrys are my favs. A nice poem to reblog Patricia.
Cheers
Laurie.
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