A fresh strawberry from the summer trees
Are red, ripe and no longer green.
This one was handpicked to be
Washed, sliced, diced and blended
With whole milk, whipped cream and
bananas for a beautiful milkshake!
Another strawberry freshly sprout
Is another that’s about to come out.
It dosen’t really give a damn
That it’s going to be damson jam.
The old strawberries, withered and dry
Is not destined to become compost just yet
It’s figure is preserved as it forms an orchestra
With raisins, apricots, and oat clusters.
They call their band, granola.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire. Visited 20+ countries. I've written a couple of poetry books and also published a dystopian novel called Game of Mass Destruction and a horror novella called Heavenly Seas.
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