The farmers’ market

I saw a red balloon today

On a stand, just near the honey.

The woman said I had to pay.

‘A dollar please, dear mummy?’

‘No,’ she said.

‘Please, I’ll hold on tight.’

‘No,’ she said.

‘Let’s not fight.’

‘Balloons hurt birds and fish,

Bubbles cause no harm.’

To the gate with only a wish

The end of my day at the farm.

Now home with my bubbles

I’ve forgotten my troubles

Rainbow bubbles in the air

Bubbles floating everywhere.

Vanda Lockyer.