I need a name for this work of art:
Perhaps it should be “Blackberries;” will that do for a start?
Perhaps it should be something else, but, if so, could you let me know?
By first-class letter post:
I long to name it so I can frame it,
This poem that charms me most.
Don’t go.
You’re warm as toast!
The bright berries gleamed in the autumn sun.

I was having tea with Aunty Nell inside;
She had recently bought a bungalow nearby in which to reside,
Her life’s work done.

I had my third bowl of blackberries and double cream.
I love my aunt so much, it’s nice to visit.
(Her blackberry pies really are exquisite.)
But if she offers me another blackberry, I’ll scream.

Now the time has come for me to go home;
I’ll walk beside the blackberries and the nettle patch,
And when I get home the early News I’ll catch,
And then sit quietly in my chair waiting for the dark to come.

Then I’ll read my bible and bow my head to pray,
Asking God if I want anything special to be done;
But, having said that, to-day’s been such tremendous fun,
What more can I say, but “Thank-you, God, please have your way.”

It’s dark, but don’t take fright:
God’s here. Goodnight.