Flea Market Madness Poem by Juan Olivarez

Flea market madness, I've got it bad.
On the week-ends it comes over me.
I must confess it's not a fad,
At the market is where I want to be.

Ochoa's Flea Market, that 's the place,
To find what you're looking for.
Early in the morning, to the market we race,
To find all kinds of stuff galore.

Birds and pets and leather goods,
Plants and music, brand new duds.
Places to eat, all kinds of food,
Foot long sticks, with spiral spuds.

Another world, yes it's so true,
Nothing like you've seen before.
It pays to be there with the dew,
And wait till they open the doors.

If it's not here, it can't be found,
Don't bother looking anywhere.
You'll find the best bargains in town,
When you do your shopping here.

Out in the open, under the sun,
You'll see folks from far away.
Come by and look, and have some fun,
Once you are here, you'll want to stay.

7/3/10 Alton Texas