Blueberries Is a Nice Poem By Robert Frost

Blueberries

  
                                                              Robert Frost
 
      Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!
And all ripe together, not some of them green
And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen!