I found wild berries on the mountain.

I pull my wheelbarrow up empty 

And follow it down the hillside full

And sell the berries at the market

And never have to sew.

I’ve never liked pins and needles,

Thread or cloth of any kind.

I don’t care to wield the scissors,

But I love the berries I find on the mountain.

I will leave the tailor shop behind

And hope I never have to sew again.

-jenn