Among The Berries Painted Blue Poem by Jim Yerman

Kayla, our neighbor, called to say she and her two little ones
were going to pick blueberries and would we like to pick too…
Which is how we found ourselves that morning among the berries painted blue.

There among the blueberries…we hadn't walk in very far
when we suddenly remembered what it felt like
to be as young as Ollie and Abby are

There among the blueberries…watching Abby's face brighten into a smile…
and Ollie's eyes widen as he was running wild
we wondered if…among the blueberries…everybody is a child.

It happens quite unexpectedly…I can't say exactly when…
as our attention flits form the blueberries
to the birds, to the bees, to the cows…then back to blueberries again.

There among the blueberries…just like all children do
while dropping blueberries into our bucket…we stopped to eat a few.

There among the blueberries, (I wonder is it just a blueberry thing?)
We found ourselves smiling, laughing, jumping…
and every now and then we'd sing!

Yes, there among the blueberries it was hard to tell us all apart…
because, there among the blueberries…we are all children at heart.

So Kayla, Ollie and Abby as we fill our mouths with blueberries
we'd like to take a moment to thank the three of you….
for all the wonders you helped us discover that morning
among the berries painted blue.