August Poetry Postcard: group 2

So far, I've managed to keep on track with my postcards, getting the ones out to the participating poets through the postcard fest and some additional postcards to folks who wanted them through my mailing list.

(It's not too late--if you want an original postcard poem written in my horrible handwriting, sent to you, just sign up and follow the directions in the August edition of BlueMusings!)

"Blueberries picking near Bremen" photo by realworldphotos.net, cc license, used with attribution. http://www.flickr.com/photos/realworldphotosnet/6008086522	Mist and clouds cool the field. Still the boys complain when their buckets fill too slowly. Even the promise of pie and jam not enough. They bicker like the birds I steal ripe berries from. I eat handfuls and my container still overflows.
"Passport" photo by Tiffini, cc license, used with attribution, http://www.flickr.com/photos/tiffini/4129317099/	Packing the Passports In the scramble to leave, I find my old passport. Hair darker, glasses rounder, face unlined. Shall I tell her of the places she must travel? There are borders into dark and painful lands where she will learn all maps lie and half-familiar landmarks are more dangerous than any undiscovered country.
"Over the Fence" photo by it'sgreg, cc license, used with attribution http://www.flickr.com/photos/itsgreg/3798197869/	Our neighbor's oak looms over the fence between  two yards. Where once  we planted gardens,  we harvest only shadows.
"Center, Open, Lift" photo by Littlelexxus, cc license, used with attribution, http://www.flickr.com/photos/littlelexxis/4135738646/	Ceramics Class Terra cotta slip spatters rust red, the dried blood of murdered pots, sacrificed to the gods of wheelthrowing by this clumsy acolyte.