Sidewalk Bargain
By Chris Kramer
Sidewalk Bargain She sits on the sidewalk, poor old squaw! With her faded eyes and braided hair. The pottery bowl in her wrinkled claw She lifts to the people passing there. The lorgnetted lady stops to buy (Carefully guarding her spotless gown) This "souvenir for the folks back home From a quaint old squaw in a desert town." Oh, the pottery bowl is a beauteous thing! It must have been born in a poet heart, Fashioned of dreams and thoughts that sing Songs of a desert world apart. Lorgnetted Lady of cultured mind, If such came forth from that grimy claw, What other beauty might you not find Deep in the heart of that poor old squaw? And would you haggle? when buying dreams? Lady, that doesn't make good sense. Think of the price of your beauty creams And give the woman her fifty cents. (Reprint by permission MMW-CK)Christmas shopping in the out-of-the-way places .... (a thought to remember, courtesy of Grandma) Thanks! :-D Written December 12th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 03:14 AM PST, Chris Kramer 0 • 9
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