The Farmers Market: a Place for Me

The Farmers Market: a Place for me

By David Smith November 14, 2009

The Market was quiet; such a warm fall day.

The middle of November; a gentle breeze did sway.

Less vendors than the summer, in the winter they hide

The loyal vendors in waiting for the customers in stride.

Yes, the Farmer’s Market and the honey-man on the scene

Local hives he manages on the Peninsula is where he has been.

Apples by the bushel and tomatoes looking grand

Stock up before the winter;

Like the squirrels in this great land.

So we see the farmers, a hearty healthful breed.

To satisfy our stomachs, local produce for our need.

And at Sylvia Place; behind Ferry and Main

Rub elbows with a farmer

Local produce to our gain.

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