Blue Buttons

Sweet memories of childhood and pleasures I knew

When summer was special and berries were blue.

Like tiny blue buttons on a miniature tree,

A branch of blueberries was charming to me.

How lovely to wander far back o'er a hill

And pick blueberries, my kettle to fill.

Then home o'er the hill my treasure I'd take,

And Mother would bake me a blueberry cake.

Some folks may not like it, but to me 'twas a treat ---

So special each summer when berries were sweet.

A pies is delicious and easy to make;

But remembering Mother, I'll have blueberry cake.

~ Cecil B. Smith