Strawberries, a poem

STRAWBERRIES

Strawberries

Strawberries

Scatter in fields, stuffed in baskets, in my bowl

Strawberries

Strawberries

Thick and ripe, twin to a heart and rose

Tiny as a button, big like plums

Strawberries

Strawberries

Yum, yum, yum. O’h yum say the slithering slugs and snails

Sweet as sugar in my mouth or tasty lemon limes

Wrinkled noses from the spring smell

Strawberries

Strawberries

Oh I love strawberries

I'm Going to a Place

I’m going to a place Where I choose my path Where the road to success or failure lies in my hands I’m going to a place where life is dull and gray Where sugar tastes bland And everyone who cares for me Will turn their backs on me I’m going to a place where I’ve become nothing Where my future has crumbled Where the clouds of doubt and hopelessness follow me around I’m going to a place Where life is at its best Where sweet sugar flows in abundance Everyone I love surrounds me with care Where life will have trials with rewards I’m going to a place Where my whole future is set in front of me Doubt does not exist in a mind ready for success Where failure is never an option I may not know what my future has in store But only I decide what my next move is I’m going to a place Where I choose my path