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You ought to have seen what I saw on my way	A
To the village through Mortenson's pasture to day	A
Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb	B
Real sky blue and heavy and ready to drum	B
In the cavernous pail of the first one to come	B
And all ripe together not some of them green	C
And some of them ripe You ought to have seen	C
I don't know what part of the pasture you mean	C
You know where they cut off the woods let me see	D
It was two years ago or no can it be	D
No longer than that and the following fall	E
The fire ran and burned it all up but the wall	E
Why there hasn't been time for the bushes to grow	F
That's always the way with the blueberries though	F
There may not have been the ghost of a sign	G
Of them anywhere under the shade of the pine	G
But get the pine out of the way you may burn	H
The pasture all over until not a fern	H
Or grass blade is left not to mention a stick	I
And presto they're up all around you as thick	I
And hard to explain as a conjuror's trick	I
It must be on charcoal they fatten their fruit	J
I taste in them sometimes the flavour of soot	K
And after all really they're ebony skinned	L
The blue's but a mist from the breath of the wind	M
A tarnish that goes at a touch of the hand	N
And less than the tan with which pickers are tanned	N
Does Mortenson know what he has do you think	O
He may and not care and so leave the chewink	O
To gather them for him you know what he is	P
He won't make the fact that they're rightfully his	P
An excuse for keeping us other folk out	Q
I wonder you didn't see Loren about	Q
The best of it was that I did Do you know	F
I was just getting through what the field had to show	F
And over the wall and into the road	R
When who should come by with a democrat load	R
Of all the young chattering Lorens alive	S
But Loren the fatherly out for a drive	S
He saw you then What did he do Did he frown	T
He just kept nodding his head up and down	T
You know how politely he always goes by	U
But he thought a big thought I could tell by his eye	U
Which being expressed might be this in effect	V
'I have left those there berries I shrewdly suspect	V
To ripen too long I am greatly to blame '	W
He's a thriftier person than some I could name	X
He seems to be thrifty and hasn't he need	Y
With the mouths of all those young Lorens to feed	Y
He has brought them all up on wild berries they say	A
Like birds They store a great many away	A
They eat them the year round and those they don't eat	Z
They sell in the store and buy shoes for their feet	Z
Who cares what they say It's a nice way to live	S
Just taking what Nature is willing to give	A2
Not forcing her hand with harrow and plow	B2
I wish you had seen his perpetual bow	B2
And the air of the youngsters Not one of them turned	C2
And they looked so solemn absurdly concerned	C2
I wish I knew half what the flock of them know	F
Of where all the berries and other things grow	F
Cranberries in bogs and raspberries on top	D2
Of the boulder strewn mountain and when they will crop	D2
I met them one day and each had a flower	E2
Stuck into his berries as fresh as a shower	E2
Some strange kind they told me it hadn't a name	X
I've told you how once not long after we came	X
I almost provoked poor Loren to mirth	F2
By going to him of all people on earth	F2
To ask if he knew any fruit to be had	G2
For the picking The rascal he said he'd be glad	G2
To tell if he knew But the year had been bad	G2
There had been some berries but those were all gone	H2
He didn't say where they had been He went on	I2
'I'm sure I'm sure' as polite as could be	D
He spoke to his wife in the door 'Let me see	D
Mame we don't know any good berrying place '	W
It was all he could do to keep a straight face	J2
If he thinks all the fruit that grows wild is for him	K2
He'll find he's mistaken See here for a whim	K2
We'll pick in the Mortensons' pasture this year	L2
We'll go in the morning that is if it's clear	L2
And the sun shines out warm the vines must be wet	M2
It's so long since I picked I almost forget	M2
How we used to pick berries we took one look round	N2
Then sank out of sight like trolls underground	N2
And saw nothing more of each other or heard	O2
Unless when you said I was keeping a bird	O2
Away from its nest and I said it was you	P2
'Well one of us is ' For complaining it flew	P2
Around and around us And then for a while	Q2
We picked till I feared you had wandered a mile	Q2
And I thought I had lost you I lifted a shout	Q
Too loud for the distance you were it turned out	Q
For when you made answer your voice was as low	F
As talking you stood up beside me you know	F
We sha'n't have the place to ourselves to enjoy	R2
Not likely when all the young Lorens deploy	R2
They'll be there to morrow or even to night	S2
They won't be too friendly they may be polite	S2
To people they look on as having no right	S2
To pick where they're picking But we won't complain	T2
You ought to have seen how it looked in the rain	T2
The fruit mixed with water in layers of leaves	U2
Like two kinds of jewels a vision for thieves	U2

Robert Lee Frost

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