stand with their fat red
tomatoes
in wooden boxes
call to you.
the painted arrow
on a board tells you where
to turn
and park.
the corn in stacks,
the onions
and green beans.
they have cider too,
home made
pies and cakes.
crabs are being steamed
in back.
why press on to the beach.
stay here.
camp
and relax.
Bill and Marge,
old farmer folks.
they are too nice to be true.
the further from
the city you go.
life is strangely
less blue.
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