Sweet Strawberries Pop
Sweet strawberry stems pop!
As I pick them from the plant.
Green-veined leaves sway in the breeze.
I crouch down low
To find hidden, red treasure,
Bending dirt-stained knees.
Sweet strawberry seeds pop!
As I pile them in my mouth.
The taste of summer stays on my tongue.
I savor the sour,
And delight in the sweet,
Until picking time is done.
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Kelsey
I love this sis! It reminds me of when we would go strawberry picking with Mom when we were kids 🙂
Hannah
Yay Mom! I remember those days :).