One man's trash is another man's treasure
Yard sales bring me a lot of pleasure
I've shopped yard sales in Vegas and Alaska
In Jamaica found some wonderful baskets
Found super great bargains in Kentucky and Ohio,
On my street, across town, in Mississippi and Idaho
Seeing the signs, I'd say,
"Stop, Please", begging my spouse
And he'd say, "How can they
Sell the yard without the house?"
I've found good cookware, brand new sheets
Great new shoes to grace my feet
Electronic items, tapes, crafts, and toys
I'd bargain for these items with loads of joy.
But one more wish I do profess
This would bring me happiness
When I rise and walk on a cloud
I'll ask this question to God out loud
I wonder when I get to the skies so high
If God might have a flea market in the sky?
The Screams
Sherye Gibson
I could hear the screams
What dreadful wails
These wretched sounds
Were they dreams or real
Whether caused by pain
Or caused by fear
They pierced my heart
As before my eyes
Flashed all I held dear
As slowly I opened the door
And peered inside
'Twas unbelievable
What sight filled my eyes
A quarrelsome group
Huddled 'round a television set
Cheering and jeering
At something called "Football"
A Little Piece Of Paper
Betty Hattersley
There's a little piece of paper, stuck upon my shoe,
I try my best to get it off, but don't know what to do.
It's stuck in such an awkward place, back upon my heel,
I twist and turn to get it off, like dancing in a reel.
One step back to try and catch the paper with my toe,
Not the foot it's stuck to, the other toe, you know?
I've scraped my foot along the ground; the paper is still there,
To wedge my heel upon the wood, that's underneath my chair.
The paper is still peeping out; I'm thinking what to do,
Feeling kind of silly, just remove my shoe.
I slipped my shoe off carefully; I will get it now,
The piece of paper had fell off, come unstuck, but how?
