A Patch of Time

the smell of strawberries touched by the breeze shall always bring a smile I laugh now - and even then I see you all staggered within rows of sun-warmed plants bent in search of fruit hidden in the greenery one of you - will straighten Meerkat-like stretch necks and backs twist from side to side survey the surrounds satisfied all is well bend again to the work at hand safe in the knowledge another will soon rise to take your place someone giggles - a slightly over-ripe berry tossed from the latest one to rise lands upon the naked back of one whos' time as lookout has passed – The Great Strawberry War of 2007 continues… my laugh catches somewhere between thoughts my toes curl slightly reminding me how good it feels working barefoot I wear a small smile warm and sad just like your hug when we said goodbye