LOVE'S GREAT WOMB YOU BLOOM

Ann of Norway Red, red cherry how you shine, you almost seem to glow, your round silky shape can glide into our mouths, where teeth sink in, destroy your orange-yellow flesh, and juices flow to every sense, including that of smell, you fill our mouths with taste delicious, as we reverently feel, we eat of nature's quality, our minds to concentrate, forget the world about; your wonderful appeal, so sweet, so fresh, so firm, so moist, you have it all in you, like polished stones and twinkling eyes, we love you Cherry dear. You answer sometimes with what one might call a poem so I did this time! Ann

Ann of Norway I tried to get the WHOLE of the cherry into it in all ways, perhaps I left out the sound of the eating of it, squash squash! Num num, they have some, many, cherry's on Norway's west coast, by the edges of the fjords where the mountains still have white summits, or glaciers, and the blossom is 'something' even the N's go to see; beneath the trees are the yellow suns of the dandelions and the ladysmock trips around between them in her dainty pale mauve manner among the green, green of the grasses and the blue of the fjord, the sky and the blond haired girls eyes, ah yes that is a sight for all the world to enjoy. The cherries are sold beside the road when they ripen, just like the strawberries and other produce along the main roads they wait under their little tent-like roofs, and one can even leave the money in a box and take one's berries without anyone being there to see, that is now unusual in other parts of the world!! Love to you and have some cheries when they come, they are perhaps ther now? Annnanya.