I wrote this thinking I might put it with a guitar in a coutry-type mood.
Sweet Blackberries
I was five
With mom yelling at me
“Get out of the sun
You’ll get yourself burned”.
But I don’t care,
I was havin’ too much fun
We were eatin’ sweet blackberries
In the summer sun
Checking our hands
To see who won
And I remember when
The goal in life
Was to get your hands
Stained purple-red
more than anyone else
When life was as simple as 123
When there was only day and night
No morning or afternoon
Just sitting out in the sun
Playing games
And when the day was done
Roasting marshmallows
Just because I could
Sitting in a old oak tree
Climbing the highest
Because they told me to
And your moma’s yelling at you
“Get back down here!”
But you don’t care
And I climb a little higher and
Listen to the leaves blow in the breeze
And we were eatin’ sweet blackberries
In the summer sun
Checking our hands
To see who won
And I remember when
The goal in life
Was to get your hands
Stained purple-red
more than anyone else
And we swung back and forth
On a hand-made swing
Hanging from a thin string
And knowin’ it won’t fall
And I remember when
The goal in life
Was to get your hands
Stained purple-red
more than anyone else
We were laughin’
as were eatin’
Sweet blackberries
