Purple Poets
poems celebrating summer
read at the Capital Age Festival
Summer, 2007


STRAWBERRIES

Poems Celebrating Summer
and the Summer Solstice

Poetry-In-Progress:


STRAWBERRIES by Kathy Randle

STRAWBERRIES by Eileen Frances

STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM  by Eileen Frances

STRAWBERRIES by Ferdous Rahman

STRAWBERRIES by Bithi Das

STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM by BITHI DAS

END OF SPRING SEASON (a haiku) by Patsy Futatsugi





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STRAWBERRIES
by Kathy Randle
31.05.2007



Strawberries are like

The signs of high summer
Luscious, sweet, soft and juicy.

Sounds of plink-plonk
From the tennis courts.

Plates of strawberries and cream,
Delicious mouth-watering dreams.



first published in the West Euston Time Bank Newsletter, June 2007
STRAWBERRIES
By Eileen Frances
31.05.2007


Strawberries are like a glimpse of summer.
The colour and taste
Makes me come alive.
The thought of days by the river
Fishing, time to watch nature
In all its glory
Then strawberries and cream for tea.


STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM
By Eileen Frances
31.05.2007


Sitting in the garden
Enjoying the sunshine
Along comes Grandma
With strawberries and Cream
So succulent. Heaven.

STRAWBERRIES
By Ferdous Rahman
31.05.2007


Strawberries are like

Rich colour soft berries
With fantastic taste

Sorbet, strawberries with cream

Spread on hot scone
With fresh-brewed tea

Cricket, Wimbledon
and Strawberries

-Only place you will find

Serve with handpicked fruit and fresh cream
Reflect British tradition in full swing.
STRAWBERRIES
by Bithi Das
31.05.2007



Strawberries are like roses
Full of beautiful secrets
Roses are red
and so are strawberries

You snip the rose
and only one word
comes from your mouth
……………………..….Aahha

you eat a strawberry
and it melts in your mouth
……………… you say Aahha.
It is nothing but eternal pleasure.


STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM
By Bithi Das
31.05.2007




You just can't think strawberries without cream
The combination of red and white.
Represents the Purity and Reality
Very British.
It represents Britain
Without it, there would be no play in Wimbledon.

End of Spring Season (a haiku)
by Patsy Futatsugi
08.02.2007




pink blossom petal

falling down into the ground

end of spring season



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