The
Woman With The Blackberry Eyes
© 2002 by Bud Lemire
The woman
with the blackberry eyes
Sees the
blackberries, that come in every size
As we travel
each day, and go for a ride
She picks out
the best ones, on the roadside
The woman
with the blackberry eyes
Knows how to
pick them, which is no surprise
She picks at
a good pace, and fills up her cup
Looking in
all directions, looking down, looking up
The woman
with the blackberry eyes
Has a
wonderful heart, and is so very wise
She uses a
hanger, to pick those out of reach
And shares in
her ways, which she loves to teach
The woman
with the blackberry eyes
Keeps picking
the blackberries, as the time flies
She picks and
she picks, hands are purple with stain
And the
bottom of her shoes, are exactly the same
Be careful of
the blackberry thorns, they'll cut you deep
And you'll
end up wearing a band-aid, when you go to sleep
There's
something so wonderful, about this woman so rare
She picks the
blackberries, because she loves to share
And has a big
heart, that's hard to beat
Just like a
blackberry, she sure is sweet
There's more
to this poetic story, which may be no surprise
I'm in love
with The Woman With The Blackberry Eyes
I remember when she was
using that hanger to keep the
thorns away from her
body. She was picking so many.
I was not using it at
the time, and I had to watch for
the thorns so that
wouldn't touch me. Of course you
can ruin some clothes
if you aren't careful. What was
really great, was the
Blackberry Cobbler she made for
me. That tasted really
great!
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