This week’s quadrille has us all “gather”ing to write poetry!
Sunlight shining in the backyard garden,
Lovingly cared for home-grown
Tomatoes ripen on the climbing vines,
Ripe blueberries and read strawberries
Gathered when it is time:
We have tended these plants for many months,
The fruits of our labor
Are a fresh summer feast.
revivedwriter 
The harvest of a poem. Nicely done!
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You’ve gathered promises of summer to come. I can taste it.
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I like the idea that the fruits of labor are edible.
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I’m inviting myself to that feast! 🙂 Sounds delicious — as are your words!
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Yes, and what a wonderfully delicious feast it is.
Dwight
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A refreshing gathering of fruit!
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I would love to treat myself to berries
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how lovely to have fresh from the garden treats, your poem shows such joy for earth’s bounty
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This poem is fully of good. ❤
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*full
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A wonderful feast that would be. A nice tribute to the gifts that earth can offer when we care for it.
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