Poems (Bradford)/Blackberry blooms
BLACKBERRY BLOOMS.
O the scent of the blackberry blooms! Sweeter than breezes from Araby! It comes to my senses wherever I roam Through the sun-kissed regions of Arcady!
Under the spreading forest trees, Gaily I jaunt in my one-horse shay, Sniffing the incense laden breeze, Sweeter far than breath of May.
Violets yellow and white and blue, Sprinkle the forest sod, Sweetest flower that ever grew, In regions still untrod.
But 0, the sweet white blackberry flowers That bloom in the Michigan woods! Naught could replace this friend of ours In the forest solitudes.