Shema Poem by emebet mesfin

The Sunday morning open market
by the roadside men of all ages meet
exclusive spot to the weavers
inquisitive? follow me satiate curiosity
they come together with what they created
gabi netela kuta piled over their shoulders
Shiro Meda is the venue to be exact
intense exchange at close range takes place
native tongue blends with the official
music to the ears mesmerizing scene

The Sunday morning open market
has its own unique aura
come close to comprehend
witness how it is conducted
feeling the fabrics studying the tilet
haggling over price bargain picks up pace
business laced with loud raucous laughter
interaction at its best at present
watch the handshake once deal is sealed
warm respectful good sale you can tell

The Sunday morning open market
took on a deeper insight how about that
I imagined the scene at home
selecting what to present
deciding which one brings in good price
the one grit and sweat spent most at
weaver's wife sending off husband
serving her man hearty breakfast
hot steaming cups of coffee
a bit of fresh rue to liven it up
best wishes all the way

The Sunday morning open market