Easy Pickings

A blueberry stand in rural Maine Sold pints and cakes and pies But after hours, I discovered Quite a nice surprise. A money box was left beneath A price list; it was filled With coins and bills. We added ours – Such honesty instilled! I thought that such a thing would never Fly where I reside And yet today I saw a sight That couldn’t be denied. A fruit cart in my neighborhood, Well-stocked, displayed a sign Announcing it was “Closed for now;” No berries could be mine. No cash box, sure, for after all, Manhattan isn’t Maine, But all the fruit was there, a fact I really can’t explain. Perhaps it’s just a simple truth That when we’re met with trust, We’ll like return the favor And leave no one left to bust.