I came across a poem yesterday that reminded me so much of summer.
I will be back soon to bake some bread,
But now I'm picking wild berries instead,
Out on the meadows, under the sun.
I know I'm leaving my work undone,
But the wind was soft on the summer grass;
The trees stood up tall for me to pass;
And the blue sky smiled and bent down low.
So what could I do but laugh and go?
-Mary Martin Palma
I will be back soon to bake some bread,
But now I'm picking wild berries instead,
Out on the meadows, under the sun.
I know I'm leaving my work undone,
But the wind was soft on the summer grass;
The trees stood up tall for me to pass;
And the blue sky smiled and bent down low.
So what could I do but laugh and go?
-Mary Martin Palma
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| Wild strawberries in Vienna. |
Great poem! So true about the house work and ill be back to do stuff later...
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