Summer Strawberry: Poem
Strawberry has
A magical aroma.
A child and her momma.
Strawberry and milk,
Trembling in my hand –
I do not want the memory to end:
Strawberry, milk, and sugar.
A little ant
Come to try and to bother.
The picky eater
Is a devoted feeder
On the porch, on hot say of summer.
Princess dinner
Of strawberries, sugar, and milk
Brings the childhood memory.
They are like plate of silk.
The pages of the past
Cannot be rewritten.
The lasting memory of contrast
Had nothing to vast.
Tomshinsky@2025
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