Robert Frost liked blueberries so much that he created a poem about them. The title -- why "Blueberries" of course! Here are a few lines (it's a long poem!). . . if you would like to see more, click on this link: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21808
Blueberries by Robert Frost
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way
To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day:
Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!
And all ripe together, not some of them green
And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen!"
To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day:
Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!
And all ripe together, not some of them green
And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen!"
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