Picking Blueberries at 3 Birds—A Summer Poem

[This week we’ll be saying goodbye to summer with three summer-themed poems I wrote during the summer.]

Picking Blueberries at 3 Birds
by Caleb Coy

I bring my son for the first time
To pick berries from the vine
Thirteen months old, he grabs them
By the handful
Out of the bucket
And off of the ground.

Clustered like grapes
They twist and pull
and fall into our buckets lightly.

Hand in hand we walk
Through the rows of the glade.
Among the gatherers
Among the Dutch visitors who came at dawn
In a cool June morning
When broke out the sun.

A belly full of berries
He rides on my shoulders
And gibber-gabbers
About sweet warm berries
In a perfect morning
Of a perfect day
The perfect day is pesticide free.
[For Noah]

Here is a link to 3 Bird’s Berry farm.

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