Another poem sparked by my soul walk this morning. This one in comparing the raspberries I planted to the wild berries. Enjoy the poem and eat some wild berries.
We have wild raspberries roaming free
and two tame raspberry plants in a pen
to protect them from the deer.
Oh how the penned berries,
completing with the weeds in their confinement,
wish and hope that some day
they will grow outside their cage
to run and meander with the wild berries.
All the berries ripen in the same sun,
sip the same summer rain,
and wiggle their toes in the same soil,
the wild berries
and a deeper raspberry red
so much so
that the birds