Pea Picking By The Shore

Pea Picking By The Shore

by Bud Lemire on April 20th, 2003

I remember as a child, walking by the shore

Carefree and bare feet, and letting my mind soar

Much to my surprise, something caught my eye

Something was growing there, I just had to try

Green and very natural, wild as could be

And it kept calling out, come and pick me

Tasting very good, it was the wild pea

I filled up a bag, and it was for free

I took the pods home, and I handled them with care

Making sure a worm, didn't make a home there

I was a pea picking person, raw tasting was the best

Feeling very good, on my pea picking quest

Many people thought I was crazy, picking peas by the shore

They thought it was much better, to buy them at the store

But every time they went fishing, I'd go picking peas

While they cast their lines, in hopes of some fishies

Many years have passed, since that time and place

But whenever my thoughts do, a smile comes to my face

Long ago there was a woman, now she's special in my life

Who picked wild asparagus in Idaho, and now she is my wife

These days we're picking blackberries, and life is very sweet

And we picked each other, to make life more complete

Back in Michigan (Escanaba) I picked many peas in my childhood.

They tasted very good. Oh, those memories.