By Matt Reese
It is berry picking time at the Reese house as the black raspberries are ripening early this year. This has provided me with ample opportunities to busy my hands with work while my mind can wax poetic. These just pop into my brain while I pick (and eat) raspberries before the birds get to them. I thought I’d share the results of my berry picking pondering here.
A berry today or a pie tomorrow,
To eat either brings joy and to not brings sorrow.
To enjoy berries today is a wonderful thing,
But waiting a bit can even better treats bring.
So I eat one or two and I save three of four,
Then eat a berry and save a few more.
For a man who saves berries is really quite wise,
When he has a wife who makes raspberry pies.
To pick berries brings such pleasure and pain,
Fingertips punctured and stained.
Many want all that pleasure, but don’t want the work.
They grumble ’bout their hands that hurt.
They want nature’s connection without the pain.
None of the work. All of the gain.
So few work hard while many get fat,
Do you know any folks like that?