Hot, fresh bread, toasted golden brown,
Rich, yellow creamy butter, melting down,
And, topping it all...
Pure, sweet Blackberry Jam!
We stained our tongues anew,
Collecting kisses, not a few...
And remembered the day,
Only summer past, of picking blackberries.
So, to ward off winter's chill,
We eat our Blackberries still...
Remembering the day on the hill,
Of sweet love, and picking Blackberries.
Scarlett Treat
June 19,2007
Scarlett Treat
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