The Farmers Market Poem by Emily Krauss

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