We had some laughs on the farm
when pickers filled themselves
and their buckets
but only paid for their buckets’ booty.
Dad often asked me to make raisin buns
so that he could invite all the single ladies
and daughters and granddaughters in
for a mug up and then charmed them with his Irish brogue.
Dad once came to the wicket and left
a glass of cold beer hidden above the wicket
and when I was closing up
it toppled over and came right down on top of me!
The best season for the farm gave us issues
about what to do with all the cash
and since I was in charge I left $7000
in the back trunk of my car while I took my son to see Bon Jovi!
Several summers in a row a charming married lady came to pick
the leftover berries and made wonderful wine which
she shared with my father and needless to say
he liked the wine and the pretty lady!