Picking Cherries

Picking Cherries

A Chapter by Dave Brown
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I climbed out of a cherry tree

Toward end of day

I climbed down to the soil below

To continue on my way

 

And walked along that way

The way of a well-worn path

While beside, a small brown bird

In a puddle, had a bath

 

The summer sun was fading now

The leaves were looking pale

As I looked down at that little bird

It seemed so very frail

 

A fireside awaited me

Come the cold of night

But not so this little, tiny thing

Cold, would bring a nasty bite

 

 

 



© 2020 Dave Brown


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I often wonder how those little things survive.
They're quite tough. Cute little poem, Mr Brown.

Posted 8 Months Ago


Dave Brown

8 Months Ago

The middle of the winter is a difficult time, back east at least
Even we have to double up on.. read more
Ana Papaya

8 Months Ago

Your winters are way milder out there than ours. We've had some bad ones. I'm still considering a .. read more
Dave Brown

8 Months Ago

they don't call it beautiful B.C.for nothing
cold inland, decent on the lower coast and the O.. read more

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