NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 7 – write about money

It  Felt  Like  Play

A naïve and simple way to make money,

Following my brother early to the fields.

Those cool mornings, fresh air and the country.

Gathering mushrooms, each day a good yield.

Or mild February evenings after school,

Blackberries, rich pickings filling our buckets

Every contribution, though miniscule

Would add abundantly to our comforts,

When needing school books, a new pair of shoes.

Growing wise when seeking out our markets,

Approaching neighbours, teachers; none would refuse.

No bother to return to them full baskets.

Oh naïve and simple life, not for today.

A more gentle economy, it felt like play.


Benita H. Kape © 8.4.2015



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