Strawberries (poem) by Patrick A Granfors on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)

Reviewed on May 9, 2011

another one fit to publish patrick. is a rose a flower with thorns or a thorn-bush with a flower? by the way, i love strawberry-filled doughnuts, especially the ones covered in confectioner's sugar!! when i was in germany two summers ago, i ate some strawberries and i must tell you, i had no idea what a strawberry really tasted like until i had those. amazing what happens when you strip away the GMOs!!!

Reviewed by Richard King

Reviewed on May 9, 2011

Patrick, I kind of agree with Eileen, but I really like your lighter, jovial stuff too. This might be one of your all time best more serious offerings, but then again there have been so many good one's I wouldn't want you to hold my feet to the fire regarding that statement.

Thanks Dick

PS: I've always found wild strawberries to be much sweeter than cultivated ones. I'm not sure how that applies here, but somehow it feels like it does.

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on May 9, 2011

Who knew???? This is so sweet and romantic, Patrick!!!! Perhaps a strawberry now and then might induce more of this tasty poetry....giggle...

Anna

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on May 7, 2011

Frick an Frack,,,, you are on a search for sweeter things, yea, and God planted his garden too not in straight lines and boxes, but all mixed up, with those that love sweet and thems that loves sour, and so it should be, sad that we have to try to do HIM one better, by boxing everything nice and neat. You are on the right track, saying it as you do. Bless ya! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Eileen Granfors

Reviewed on May 7, 2011

SWEET! I love it when you write something from deep in your heart.

Reviewed by Mark Lichterman

Reviewed on May 7, 2011

When we moved to California from the Chicago area, we planted planter with strawberries and were amazed when year after year, if the birds didn't get to them, there were strawberries and, though a rose may be prettier, you sure can't eat a rose or cut it into quarters to put on your cereal.
Mark

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on May 7, 2011

oh my, a strawberry jelly filled donut caused this poem,I'll have to eat a few and see if I get lucky... Enjoyed,Patrick!;-)

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on May 7, 2011

Lovely writing dear man...Hugsss

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on May 7, 2011

Reminds me of the Tiger lilies we found blooming along Arkansas highways. An architect friend of mine once said, “nature is the best landscaper.” I fight that issue every year when I try to let the Texas wildflowers bloom in my yard before cutting the yard for the first time. I sometimes get cited for having a flower filled yard. Go figure.

Ron

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on May 7, 2011

lovely write, i like the visuaal of flowers and fruit intermingling

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on May 7, 2011

And love slips out of hiding
To bloom again

Probably why I love Spring so much. I also love 'unmanicured gardens.' I just planted some strawberry plants among my flowers.

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on May 7, 2011

Excellent, Patrick.

Reviewed by Chip Bergeron

Reviewed on May 6, 2011

Strawberries and roses come from the same family, taxonomically speaking. Your first stanza asks THE important question here...

Chip Bergeron

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on May 6, 2011

Freedom in the garden, untamed celebration of taste and color. Love the last four lines.

Axilea

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on May 6, 2011

Oh very nice and eloquently stated you eclectic poet, you!
In summary, excellent ~
Christine

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on May 6, 2011

Lovely and to me, very symbolic and meaningfully applicable. I prefer cherries but there is certainly something to be said about strawberries particularly the small, wild ones. Thank you, Patrick. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Deborah Tornillo

Reviewed on May 6, 2011

Patrick - the sweetness of life should be tasted by everyone - otherwise you'll end up being a sour ole' puss. I'm sure you have heard the old saying "garbage in is garbage out."

God Bless You,
Deborah