A Memory From Childhood

Playing on Grandma's Farm

By Andrea LawrencePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Lonicera coerulea, blue honeysuckle | Wiki Commons

Blue honeysuckle,

edible berries hanging,

smash them with fingers.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Andrea Lawrence

Freelance writer. Undergrad in Digital Film and Mass Media. Master's in English Creative Writing. Spent six years working as a journalist. Owns one dog and two cats.

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