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
Copyright © Emily Krauss | Year Posted 2020
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