(Willamette River, Oregon)

Wild Blackberries

(Lyrics adapted to read as a simple poem: Folk Song for my very Patient Wife.)

Meet me by the oak tree

bring your old guitar

walk me through the winding paths

it won’t be too far

then, race me to the river

we’ll take our shirts off — sun our skin

and we’ll eat wild blackberries

before we wade right in.

If the river is too wide

if the water is too deep

we’ll rest by its side

and we will cool our feet.

And should we lose the day

to a summer’s star-filled night

I’ll draw you close to me

if you will hold me tight.