Today, there's only a little bit of mud on my sneaker,
collected from my second stroll at the farmer's market.
Those around me have tired fists,
busy clutching their bags full of fudge and bars of soap.
The sun heats the awnings of the stands
that form the square we dance around.
I have never seen a smile as bright
as the one belonging to the man,
so proud of his pure stalks of celery.
The fingers of the woman stitching some socks
are trembling with passion for her craft.
Vendors stay stuck to their booths,
friendly enough to offer a smile, or sample.
It's a scene occurring so rarely
that no one can complain,
because how often can we celebrate
the simplicity of earth's natural gifts,
especially on a warm, lazy Sunday
wrapped within a glorious summer?
Have you ever been to the Coventry Farmer's Market? If not, GO! It's excellent!
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