Fresh Pickin'sA Poem by Donald Meikle
Deliberately oblivious to the frenzied swarming insect greeting and
Picking the reddest and ripest of red raspberries then Choosing the darkest of the gold to top the bowl Later with the aftertaste of testing in the back of my palette and The itching beginning in places unreachable as I sit in the cool safety of porch while Penning the joys of plunder in Anticipation of fruited chocolate mousse Comparing the experience to Cleaning newly caught fish or Filling a bowl of cool salted spring water with Fresh killed heart and liver or Hand churning ice cream © 2008 Donald Meikle |
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Added on April 10, 2008 AuthorDonald MeikleHalifax, MAAboutLiverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more.. |

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