Wild Strawberries

Strawberries that in gardens grow
    Are plump and juicy fine,
 But sweeter far as wise men know
    Spring from the woodland vine.

 No need for bowl or silver spoon,
    Sugar or spice or cream,
 Has the wild berry plucked in June
    Beside the trickling stream.

 One such to melt at the tongue's root,
    Confounding taste with scent,
 Beats a full peck of garden fruit:
    Which points my argument.

 May sudden justice overtake
    And snap the froward pen,
 That old and palsied poets shake
    Against the minds of men.

 Blasphemers trusting to hold caught
    In far-flung webs of ink,
 The utmost ends of human thought
    Till nothing's left to think.

 But may the gift of heavenly peace
    And glory for all time
 Keep the boy Tom who tending geese
    First made the nursery rhyme.
Robert Graves

About mothernaturesgarden

Gardening in Tennessee Zone 6 at an average of 744.65' above sea level.
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One Response to Wild Strawberries

  1. kewee says:

    Nice rhyme.

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