Picking Blackberries by Phil Tierney (2008)
With Peggy we walked Out by the Green and the Hall Along by the priest's field By the road near the chapel lake. The briars thick and thorny Lined the road on Pigeon's Brae Black with lucious berries Tasting of the long summer I ate my fill and filled my can Home with telltale blackened mouth Presented the fruits of my labour To praise from my mother Blackberry tart a rare treat precious ration sugar used To sweeten my black crop We had summer for tea
Phillip (phil) Tierney is a member of a poetry circle named the 'Mullingar Scribblers', who meet weekly. Phil wrote this poem reminicing back to youthful days, a walk in the summer and WW2 rationing. You can almost taste the lucious berries he talks about!. Phil lives in Mullingar, Ireland.
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