The Inkwell
Served up in a glass bowl
Wonderful fruit combines with frosty ice cream
Everyone smiling as the bananas are
Enveloped by the Ice cold tastes of strawberry and chocolate and cream
Together – as they melt and mingle – they make a heavenly delight
The Oranges sliced, sing on the plate…
they’ve been quite lonely as of late
all alone in their bowl of blue
looking quite bright – but with nothing to do
Now with apples, diced they share
bowls that cooks of note prepare
with other fruit from orchards near
and strawberries grown in the fields each year
In places, you may find some peaches or pears
(depending on what chef has prepared)
mixed up lightly so the fruit is served loose,
served up in its own syrup or juice.
Served up from a place that is quite cold,
so they stay fresh and don’t go old.
A lunchtime, brunch, or evening treat
that any child would love to eat.
And served up wi’ th’ fruit to make children’s dream
is a serving of custard, or better – ice cream!
All served up in a coloured round bowl
An empty dish is the little child’s goal.
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Hiding away in bushes and hedgerows
little red berries await to be found
playing peek-a-boo under the greens
nothing much like their wimbledon cousins
their juicyness comes from being free in the wind
pleasant if you pick them at the perfect time
tasty enough without sugar and cream
sweetness coming direct from the sun
that peeps through their hiding place
Take a crisp blue sky
and a gentle breeze
and add a little heat
Sand or Sea is optional
but a mat or blanket – essential
Sandwiches – Tomato or Cucumber
(or if you prefer) Ham or Beef
prepare a little salad
to serve on the plate beneath
Lemonades a nice drink you might want to take
or maybe a smoothie or ice-cream milkshake
The Grown-ups take coffee – or water for tea
in a well lined thermos – away from the bees
For afters – some fruit or perhaps a pie
Chocolate’s a favourite – I don’t want to lie!
but a nice way to finish this picnic – a dream
is a small bowl of strawberries – topped off with ice cream.
I remember…
Walking across wet grass on a summers day
Waiting with anticipation on exam day
Wishing the docs and nurses would stop prodding me with needles
Wanting to talk to that girl in the park with the brown hair
Wading into cool blue waters on a perfect beach
Waddling through water watching the fish swim around my ankles
Walking around towns and villages taking in the waters
Watching the local wildlife wondering about
Wishing these days would never end…
Wondering what excitement awaits tomorrow
Waddling toward the water to dip my toes in a welcoming sea.
#napowrimo #day29 #memories #growing up
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The children almost cried
as the chocolate melted
and their favourite biscuits
almost disappeared
in a cream-cheese fog
But smiles from tears
soon reappeared
as strawberries and peach
soon did reach
the top of the cake
and smiles of joy did break.
Browsed through my archives on cd looking for circles in response to Daily posts latest photographic challenge.
Here’s what I found 🙂
Penny Farthing – taken at Coventry Museum
Strawberries Red, sit in their patch of Green,
trying to hide in the spaces between.
But it is well known, that they will be found,
by the army of pickers in the fields on the ground
With leaves of Green, and fruit deep Red,
They sit there in their warm flowery bed.
Soon heading for jam in the village cream tea
with cream from the cow in th’next field named Daisy
Choosing these fellows you have to be quick!
Small Strawberries often avoid the pick
Only attracting the butterfly’s eye
as larger strawberries get picked going by.
Some are sent out
to where tennis is played,
and alongside the champers’ the berries are laid.
Out in Green punnets, and eaten by those,
Watching the championship highs and their lows
Or they’re sent off by tractors,
to the farmers shed.
Where the workers make ice-cream,
these berries are led.
“Come find us!”, they laughed,
they were teasing..
but now they reside
in a place that is freezing!
Another silver winner – a tale of a strawberry – enjoy!
I
I started life,
all green, not red
I was difficult to find
amongst the pansies
mistaken for leaves.
Gardening Folk,
smiled at me.
II
I grew in the warmth
of a summer sun
My colour changed
a brilliant red.
Signals for gardeners
time for the picking
III
I was thrown in a basket
and headed for the coast
whilst others saw pans
and ended on toast
or in cases as tartlets
a tasty bake
IV
Resplendent, Rich and Red
taken from my soily bed
washed and dressed, in dairy cream
a treat at wimbledon
a strawberries dream
V
Whilst others picked on the day
went another confectionery way
they ended up in sugar & cream
too pleasing, but alas
ended up – in a place that is freezing!
