Our local farmer,
Grows vegetables.
He charges a fair price,
Selling his bounty,
With joy and a smile.
And when on weekends,
He greets us warmly,
It is not his offerings,
That we buy,
But gifts,
Ladened with kindness,
Simplicity and smiles.
Our local farmer,
Grows vegetables.
He charges a fair price,
Selling his bounty,
With joy and a smile.
And when on weekends,
He greets us warmly,
It is not his offerings,
That we buy,
But gifts,
Ladened with kindness,
Simplicity and smiles.