Strawberry Picking
My sisters and I
run wild and free
among the luscious rows
of emerald green.
Indulge in the sweet
earthy aroma
of ruby jewels
in early September.
Tickly golden hay
beneath leather sandals,
as we sway
a basket of fruit
by its wicker handles.
A wooden sign
on a picket fence:
‘‘No Eating’’
But the evidence
on berry-kissed faces
and red stained
cotton dresses.
We hear
the rippling cry
of swooping sparrows,
as they fly
above the pastel blue sky.
Envious of our fill.
run wild and free
among the luscious rows
of emerald green.
Indulge in the sweet
earthy aroma
of ruby jewels
in early September.
Tickly golden hay
beneath leather sandals,
as we sway
a basket of fruit
by its wicker handles.
A wooden sign
on a picket fence:
‘‘No Eating’’
But the evidence
on berry-kissed faces
and red stained
cotton dresses.
We hear
the rippling cry
of swooping sparrows,
as they fly
above the pastel blue sky.
Envious of our fill.
This poem is copyright (©) Josie De Falco 2026
About the Writer
Josie De Falco
Josie grew up in a large Italian/English family near the beautiful Yorkshire Dales. Josie is an advocate for encouraging children to explore their imagination through nature. Her poems have been published in Little Thoughts Press, Parakeet Magazine, The Toy, Tyger Tyger Magazine and the Dirigible Balloon’s anthology: Sky Surfing. Josie is often found gazing at the moon with her two children or spotting the wildlife on their allotment.
