A Day at the Market

Poem
By Celia Rodriguez Martinez, 3º ESO

I went to the market to stock up on veg,

As I noticed there were no tomatoes on my shelf.

The lady who sold them had golden curls

But she ran like the wind as I approached.

I asked the man to give me a fruit

But he was a rock and wouldn’t give me a grub.

I saw three poppies as red as blood,

And these dressy daffodils and pretty petunias too.

The sound of the rain was music to my ears,

As I heard the pitter patter near.

But life is a constant battle,

That’s how much it sucks,

As I’m staring here as the flowers get soaked.