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Picking Berries In The Wild
The absolute height of summer vacation as kids Was the two weeks of berry season by my house Our parents would take me and my sister around the yard And up and down the gravel road, but not into anyone else's yard The berries were planted there long ago by someone At least, that's what dad always said Ripe berries were easy to spot, they were full black with no red spots Green usually meant the season hadn't started yet It was easy to pick all the berries that were low and in the front But most of them were at the top or on the underside of the bush And this meant prickers had to be handled very carefully Or you'd get cut up pretty bad, especially if you traveled to the center of a bush We'd pick just enough to eat that day Sometimes we'd freeze a bag for later Or give some to gramma to make a pie Her pies were the sweetest summer treat!
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