Strawberry Picking

Our eyes full of plump, bright red berries, We run through wonders spread across endless fields of green, Day alive with giggles of laughter and the buzzing of insects, Blue sky bright with smells of freshly mown grass, lit with golden beams.


Small, sticky fingers grasp my hand, Then release, rushing to the vines, Picking berry after berry, In the brilliant sunshine.


We fill our baskets to bursting, Plucking the ripest ones from the top, Popping their tart, seedy sweetness into our mouths, Juice falling down our chins in pink raindrops.


Our arms loaded heavy with tasty treasure, We sing and swing as we carry our berries home together, Lifting our faces to feel the warm, soft breeze, Dazzling our hearts in spring’s glorious, joyful weather.


 

AUTHOR

Stacie Eirich is a writer, singer and library associate. Her children's stories & poems have been published in Wee Tales, Storyberries, & Short Kids Stories. Her middle-grade fantasy series, The Dream Chronicles, is available on Amazon & at local bookstores. She lives near New Orleans, La with three cats, two kids and one fish.