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This summer, my granddaughter took her first job, picking blueberry's to earn a trip to Washington. She loved the first few days and then it got to be work. I wrote here this poem, perhaps others may have observed the same experience.
TO THE "BLUEBERRY" GIRL (on her 13th birthday)
The "blueberry" is a wondrous fruit
So tasty and unreal !
Itís great on top of ice cream
And underneath my cereal
Itís purple colors smoothie drinks
And makes a great blueberry pie
I even add them to my pancakes
Oh for blueberries, I would die
But my love for this purple berry
Has now begun to pale
As I share with you my story
Oh my, what a gruesome tale
This summer needing my own money
I read this compelling ad
"Come pick some berries with us all"
"Our cash will make you glad"!
And to "sweeten up this offer"
My lovely Mom and Dad
Said "weíll match whatever that you can make"
Like wow! my bank account weíll pad
And so now, every morning
I arise at early light
And off then to the berry fields
To make lots of "moola"!!..right?
Now the first weeks were delicious
Iíd pick a dozen, two or three
And to make sure the quality was good
Iíd consume some just for me
The days were cool delicious
Oh what fun this was for me
Making all this money
And eating berries there for free
But as the days grew longer
And hot weather did appear
What once I thought I looked like
Has now become a "purple smear"!
Good grief , Iím sweating like a hog
My skin is also purple ..see!
My hair is not the color
As, to you, it seems to be!
These days are getting longer
And while the bank account does grow
Iím busted, tired and filthy
As I work up and down each row
Will this stupid bush before me
Stop growing berries please!
Iíve picked you over, 7 times
And you still grow more with ease
I couldnít eat a berry inside your breakfast cakes
A piece of berry pie, now provokes a stomach ache
And berries in my ice cream? Iíd prefer to use for bait
Iíd rather eat a gooey duck than a berry
on my plate
But summerís coming to and end
And it may be the end of me!
I never thought that "back to school"
Was a time Iíd want to see
But I wanted you to know
That this experience was good
That what it takes to make some money
Is now better understood
Iím saving for a bigger goal
A trip to Washington
I know now, first you have to sweat
In order to have fun.
But should I come to visit
Please make sure I never see
A blueberry on my plate
Cause that fruit is not for me.