Strawberry Patch

Take me back in time to a different phase
Maybe not so much the golden days

Me as a young child in sunny California
Living on the beach with no cares to bore ya’

With hours of nothing important to do
The woes of the world were not in my view

I would be crawling about the strawberry box
Searching for that red fruit like a cunning fox

Me in my Cotten tank top and short shorts
My sun kissed skin and blonde hair out of sorts

Desperatly searching With the sun burning my back
Me on my hands and knees because grace is what I lack

My Nana would start calling from the kitchen
“Don’t pick them to soon my little munchkin”

Not hearing her or just not caring I’d forage on
I wouldn’t stop until every single spot of red was gone

“You eat them even before their ripe little one”
Nana would scold me as soon as I was done

I never cared much about what it was she said
I loved my starberries as soon as they were red

I would eagerly wait for the next day to begin
So that I could search the strawberry patch again


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2010 Summer Reading List

Sookie Stackhouse, the complete stories A touch of Dead
Finger Prints & Facelifts
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The promise of happiness, Justin Cratwright
Silk & Shadows
The Honey Thief
The marriage
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The Other Boleyn Girl
Wishful Drinking, Carrie Fisher
3 book flower series by Nora Roberts
The Kept woman
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