As you drive down a red dirt road
In the autumn of the year
You’ll find along the roadways
Wild plums so fresh and pure
The tanginess of the fruit
Brings a joy to your very senses
Your fingers pluck them off the tree
As you reach right through the fences
You can eat them on the very spot
Make preserves or even jam
Just put some in a bowl to serve
Along with your Sunday ham
So get out and take a drive today
To wherever this fruit abounds
Right down a red dirt road in which
The wild plums are found!
Marilyn Lott
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wild-sand-plums/
