When summer’s ripening glory glows
And berry time is very near
The elves join hands in mirthful dance
Bourrée is what you’ll likely hear

In dainty double time they step
Around  the sumptuous berry mound
The summer’s cornucopia
Grown high or low above the ground

Whether large or whether small
Whether aggregate or true
The delicate sweet fruits inspire
Whether purple, pink, or blue

The berries mul and berries cran
Grown rich and red across the sea
The berries elder or blackcurrant
Born from the shrub or from the tree

It doesn’t matter where they grow
Bright berries blue of Edward’s Isle
Or berries goose of Stonehenge soil
All Faeryland will dance and smile

by Dorothea Barth ©2010

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