Come See the Farm Stand
You have to come see the farm stand the city dweller said
She was enthralled with the pumpkins and apples of red
I had grown up in the country, and had all this stuff at home
She was diving into the gourds, as an old guy played a trombone
This is amazing! An apartment dweller said with a wink.
I saw they were washing up produce next to me in a sink.
Loved watching them go crazy about the gardening that had been done.
Doing it myself for years, I know it is much more work than fun.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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