GENERAL STORE

       I've always dreamed of having a general store out in the country, and this old poem by Rachel Field made me smile.

 

GENERAL STORE

Some day I'm going to have a store

With a tinkly bell hung over the door,

With real glass cases and counters wide

And drawers all spilly with things inside.

There'll be a little of everything:

Bolts of calico; balls of string;

Jars of peppermint; tins of tea;

Pots and kettles and crockery;

Seeds in packets; scissors bright;

Kegs of sugar, brown and white;

Sarsaparilla for picnic lunches,

Bananas and rubber boots in bunches.

I'll fix the window and dust each shelf,

And take the money in all myself.

It will be my store and I will say:

"What can I do for you today?"

 

 

 

 

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