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.
I love the contrast between the harmless bubbles and damaging balloons, Vanda – lovely!
Thank you.