Blackberry Breeze
Samantha, Age 13, Bentonville, AR

Sitting on a porch swing
One summer night
A midsummer breeze
Brushed my face
And brought with it
The smell of blackberries
Growing in the pasture and up on the hill
Behind the old farmhouse
Brought back memories of things long past
Picking berries for a cobbler
More in my mouth than in my pail
Purple stained fingers and blackberry kisses
Sitting in blackberry bush thickets
Knowing I won’t be disturbed
Playhouses made of blackberry brambles
Moss plates and acorn cups
All of these memories brought back to me
Because of one
Blackberry breeze

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