..demi masa, lintas sehala, yang berlalu takkan berulang..

"stobeghi, stobeghi..din dong bell"…wen we fes arrived at de stobeghi farm, the most ting appeared in my hed was ma fren, cik lilah stobeghi. we used to sang our stobeghi song, like sesame’s street, elmo and fren in de studio during break time. went to cameron highland was the most ‘happening’ actvt last wik. xcuse from ma bos from saturday work, me and my mother in law go cuti2 wit her sspian form 2 to Cameron. wat da…never been der??semua tempat dalam mesia aku dah travel (xsep sabah..) cameron highland is the most places yg aku nak pi. kalu setakat tgk pokok stobeghi tu..x berapa heran lah kot..sebab dah penah tgk dulu.sayangnya x masuk p petik sendiri.

i dun hv many idea to write, but since i’v already look for the word starawberry in my poem store..let’s read it, and enjoy it…

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Wild Strawberry

Are Wild Strawberries really wild?
Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child?
Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam?
Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home?
Can they be trained not to growl at the guests?
Will a litterbox work or would they leave a mess?
Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows,
Or maybe a Muleberry, pulling the plows,
Or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse,
Or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house,
And though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly,
Can you ever feel that you trust them completely?
Or should we make a pet out of something less scary,
Like the Domestic Prune or the Imported Cherry,
Anyhow, you’ve been warned and I will not be blamed
If your Wild Strawberry cannot be tamed.

Wild Strawberries by Shel Silverstein, courtesy of The Strawberry Temple

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