Priced In PainA Poem by Chris Shawsome things are worth a bit of discomfort
A label on my home preserve
reminded me that I had picked plump, ripened fruit of blackberries from thorny brambles which had pricked and stained my skin deep purple-red. Unfriendly was the Sunday heat that scorched my shoulders, left them sore, yet still I stayed avoiding bees and gathered many, many more which hung from clusters overhead. Though blistered fruit was free to pluck I paid the price in reaper's pain, but in the dreary winter months, my autumn harvest proved a gain. Delicious jam for months ahead, I thickly spread on buttered bread.
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16 Reviews Added on July 9, 2018 Last Updated on July 9, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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