“The seasonal harvest, is finally at hand, and well, it wasn’t really anything planned, but I am going to pick me some, that’ll be fun!“ Gun Roswell

Berries, certainly, on the very top

See, the beautiful blue, black, yellow, green, but mostly red
Which are, oh so gorgeous, berries, and tasty as, well, hell
So, not really any kind of sense in, them completely wasting
Do, pick up, a few, or more, of them buckets and go chasing
Those, absolutely juiciest and sweet tidbits of the mother nature
And then climbing up that tall ladder, and what, an adventure!
Really, just do your best ever(so far) thing before that winter
And, maybe earn in the process, a few of them ouch-y splinters
But, really, the main point, of this, totally silly and very little ditty
Is certainly not to do, a lot of any kind of, self serving type pity
Rather, for you, yes, you, to get up, go, to the very outside
And, finally, to absolutely enjoy the garden, one more time
Maybe, even pick up a few of those berries here mentioned
Before, the cold hearted winter snow makes its intervention