PolarLava::Blog

Well, after doing so last year, I guess berry picking is now an annual tradition.  We trekked out to Waterport, NY and Brown's Berry Patch for another round of berry fun.  This is about a month earlier than we went last year and the raspberry picking was definately slimmer, but we still picked 3 quarts of them.  As for blueberries, it was truly insantity.  I basically was just holding up my basket and picking clumps of them at a time.  Thus in the end we wound up picking an astounding 11 quarts of them.  Had we had another basket out in the field with us I'm sure we would have picked even more.  The girls even picked (and ate) their fair share.  Although near the end they discovered it was lot easier to just go over and steal handfuls out of dads basket!

The Crooked Frame

Walking down the hallway, pictures in frames
Notice one isn't hanging straight
Enter a room with a dozen doors
Too many choices grabs your brain

A hundred voices, makes you insane
An empty feeling as you lose your way
A child's scream puts you in his place
See your picture in the crooked frame

You're in his eyes but your mind is here
Broken glass streams out of your hair
Face is torn as it falls from the hand
Drops of blood seep into the floor

Years pass by, looking with dead eyes
Return to the house where you used to laugh
See a print through shattered glass
The boy he screams, feeling your pain
You see yourself in the crooked frame


7/19/1982