A Taste Of My Thouhgts Fruit Of Faded Flavor
by Steve Lake
In today's society we suffer in many ways. This poem is just the realization of that one more way. In my youth i was lucky to enjoy vine ripen fruits and veggies fresh off the vine from our local farmers market. The farmers market should be around today for all the little ones to enjoy and taste. It has all the buzz of a carnival with all the benefits of natural tasting food.