It was a hot day in July,
Where could I find relief?
In the fruit and vegetable aisle,
Where mist lands on your feet.
Been poundin’ pavement since
A long time ago.
Shouldn’t have cussed at my boss,
And told him where to go.
Now I’m a part of the sidewalk crowd,
In a rag-tag hand knit sweater,
July? Yeah, but all I could find
In the dumpster - it gets even better.
The old sweater’s wool scratchin’
And I don’t have an under tank,
Wool sweater and cut-off rags,
Only myself to thank.
Sittin’ by the lake watchin’ waves
Sniffin’ spring flowers I sneezed,
Looked over at my bench mate, said
“Must be something in the breeze.
All I’d need now to complete my day,
Is one of them gulls on my head,"
About that time I felt something wet,
"Now wasn't that just what I said?"
A Long Time Ago
By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)
A long time ago, Grams and Gramps had a beautiful vegetable garden every year.
Memories of it still bring a tear.
They only went to the store for staples, no need for the fruit and vegetable aisle.
Their vegetables could beat anything in the store by a country mile.
The narrow cracked sidewalk from their little house to the store was a pleasant walk, short and the store owned by one of their sons.
Small town fare with store bills, no need for a lot of funds.
Not many gulls in the Midwest, just Robins, Starlings and such.
Folks sat on their steps and didn't travel to and fro very much.
The Spring flowers were lovely, the old fashioned type.
Everyone enjoyed them, and the pump water kept them growing without a lot of store bought hype.
Grams didn't own a hand-knit sweater, but she made beautiful quilts that would take a prize at any fair.
Her pickles, green beans and jelly were delicious beyond compare.
In the little town where they lived, memories linger more precious than gold.
I am remembering them this day, and my story I've told.
A Long Time Ago
By Sharon (ByGolly25@aol.com)
A long time ago, Emma in her hand-knit sweater, strolled the sidewalk, seeing what she could see at the Farmers Mart. She first walked through the spring flower exhibition, wondering if she should buy some. Then she strolled the fruit and vegetable aisle, chosing a few things and putting them in a basket to take home. She was just about to buy some shrimp at the fish section, when a seagull swooped down and pooped right on top of the shrimp. She decided she didn't want to buy it after that. The vendor offered her a discount, but somehow shrimp that had been pooped on, held no interest to her. Emma headed home with her purchases and happened to meet Hank, the handsome mechanic. Hank took hold of her basket and carried it home for her. She invited him in for some coffee. Well, one thing led to another and Hank left her in a family way. A few months later when she told him he was to be a father, they had a hurried marriage. Well, like I said, it was a long time ago. Now they are grandparents and Hank is tired of Emma, and she of him. And it all started with a simple stroll through the farmers' mart.
By Marilyn-Lara (LaraOct7@aol.com)
He spotted her in the fruit and vegetable aisle,
filling a clear plastic with Avocados.
He moved that way, smiled and said, "Good Morning."
He bagged a cluster of vine-ripened tomatoes.
She was wearing a dark red, hand-knit sweater.
He knew it was hand-knit because his mother knit.
She picked up another Avocado. "Good Morning to you, too."
She laughed. "At this price, these Avocados will cost me a week's pay."
"A long time ago, you could buy them fairly cheap," he said.
"I love Guacamole."
They parted but he saw her again when he went outside.
She was buying a bouquet of spring flowers from a flower vendor.
He strolled along the sidewalk, hoping she would come along
and they could talk. She lived in his apartment building.
"Some friends are coming this evening for a little get-together," she said when she caught up.
"Would you like to join us? I'll be serving the Avocados."
Just then two gulls swooped down and settled in front of them.
"I never pass on Avocados," he said. He knew he was older than she.
"What time?" he asked. "Around seven."
She'd been wanting to get to know him, and now,
thanks to the Avocados, she would get her chance.