The Farmers Market

A Sunday morning 
Basking in glory 
At the Farmers Market 
Is a Sunday well spent 

I breath in the air with excitement 
As I take in all the sites and sound

Sounds of a fellow singing
And strumming his guitar 
To his hearts content 
Bring a smile to my face

Feeling uplifted 
I 
Begin to browse the many stalls of fresh fruit
Fresh vegetables 
And baked good 

Pumpkins 
So glorious 
Catch my eye
And dreams of pumpkin carving and baking pumpkin pie
Begin to swirl through my mind

In another stall 
My eyes 
Fancy tomatoes 
So juicy looking 
It makes me think of candy 

So much health and creativity 
Surrounds me at the farmers market 

The farmers market 
It’s the perfect place 
To spend my time 
On a Sunday morning
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October 22, 2020 at 10:34 AM
Hello Emily Krauss, I use to go to the Farmer's Market with my husband at the time, to sell chocolates. I miss it. Ther4e was always something different to see. So nice to meet you. /Enjoy your day my friend.
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