4 min
Picking Blackberries Writing into the Day
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Today’s podcast will be featuring a poem by Seamus Heaney, “Blackberry Picking.” As I read this poem, I want you to think about a summer memory. I remember in the summers I would pick violets from the lawn. My little self would sit in the shade of a big oak tree for hours, painstakingly weaving the tiny blossoms into a crown. I was convinced the tiny, delicate, petal crown could make me a fairy. How did you spend your summer months? Keep these ideas in mind as I read.
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Today’s podcast will be featuring a poem by Seamus Heaney, “Blackberry Picking.” As I read this poem, I want you to think about a summer memory. I remember in the summers I would pick violets from the lawn. My little self would sit in the shade of a big oak tree for hours, painstakingly weaving the tiny blossoms into a crown. I was convinced the tiny, delicate, petal crown could make me a fairy. How did you spend your summer months? Keep these ideas in mind as I read.
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Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/writingintotheday/support
4 min