Books by Linda Buskey LeBlanc
Found in the book, "On Trains"
While Picking Blueberries
I wandered into the field
to fill my empty heart-basket:
morning sun on the dew,
on the galaxies of blueberries.
Floating through a zone of contentment,
I reached for those dark stars
to bring them home
for pie and cereal toppings.
Not like the ones
on runners in the backyard
waiting to be picked,
these were special blueberries
on mounds of vanilla ice cream.
Yo Yo Ma plucked the cello;
Billie Holiday sang
"God Bless the Child."
Linda Buskey LeBlanc
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|Reviewed by Z McClure
|I was out blue berry picking to fill my hungry soul, and found this blue berry star of a poem in your den. Thanks for the treat, Linda. God bless the poet!
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Lovely composed... "While Picking Blueberries" stimulates desires for quality life... An edifying reading this poem offers.
In respect and appreciation,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Sweet moments well-remembered and beautifully shared; thank you, Linda. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|This is a beautiful poem.I like how you express blueberries in your poem.A refreshing work,take care
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Hobbs
What a peaceful and enjoyable picture you paint. It's my kind of scene. Thanks and cheers! Liz