Saturday July 4th, 2015

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: buddies.

I've been up since Way Too Early so I'm going to keep this short.

Market went well for what we had. Sold 11 of the 14 crates of apricots we brought, all 10 pints of berries, all 10 heads of cabbage, most of the broccoli, and several (5 or 6 I think) of my cards.

Max spent a whole lot of time playing with the seven year old boy who was with his mom and grandma at the bakery stall next door to us. Thus... today's inspiration.

Mine:

Running, laughing, playing,
It's truly a joy to see...
Because, to be honest,
It's not all left up to me

2 Comments:

Greg said...

It sounds like your cards are gaining popularity! The rest of the sales are quite impressive too, though I think I would have expected all the fruit to sell out :)
Your poem is very sweet and made me smile (briefly, until I remembered that I have a reputation to uphold, and then I scowled :-P)

Buddies
Dressed alike, in soft grey sweats,
Faces hidden in snow-white hoodies,
Acting tough on the council estate,
Secretly more than buddies.

Marc said...

Greg - I hope so!

That... is fantastic. Just a great big, complex story condensed into four lines. Obviously there is plenty of room for expansion, but this stands all by itself perfectly well. Nicely done!