Farmers market morning sun,
Glows over stalls so bright,
With tomatoes red and squash so yellow,
And berries purple quite.
The vendors set up before dawn,
Their canopies all in rows,
With honey, bread, and flowers fresh,
And cheese the local cows.
I buy my produce every Saturday,
From farmers I call by name,
Farmers market morning is,
Where community claims its fame.
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