Looking through the thousands fo poems on the PH list I felt there was something lacking. Modern poems that where quintisentailly English! What could be more English that Blackberrying in late Summer. So here is a poem on just that exercise!

Take your time as the blackberries you pick,
Be careful not to damage friut or bush.
Warn the children NOT the RED or GREEN ones
Take time when you are picking do not rush!

Take your time when you seek out the big ones
Move aside the thistledown with careful care,
Don't tread on the Rose Bay Willow Herb
And the other sweet wild flowers growing there.

Take your time as you approach the brambles
Walk up the track of mud - where late wild flowers bud
Take care to close each gate as you pass through
Observe that natures providence is good!

Take the time to observe all the inects
Lady birds and dragon flies with jewelled eyes that shine.
Savour scent and savour sounds and visions
Observe that Nature always takes her time!

Exquisute is the savour of blackberries
When cooked with bramleys in a perfect pie
The sweet friut of your labours served with cream
Will make you dream and all your tastebuds satisfy!

John Knight

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blackberries-ripe-for-the-picking/