Josh's poem...
Market morning
The origins of it all
In more ways than it may seem
Did you hear the call?
I heard it well.
Loud and clear, as I stumble then fall
To then rise well before the next door
For asleep they will be,
Unbeknown to my mission
As I am to me.
Its dark, a van awaits,
I board her beauty.
In reverse I go forth
Entering the mystery I dive
To gently expose the secrets in my drive
To the markets I command
Where it’s crazy and weird
I grab and select
Smell and I feed
On a twilight plane of chaos and fun
I ride the mind of my own
I am now one.
Well gathered I can load
Beyond this frenzy I now go.
Through city lights I journey at leisure
Passing the many kitchens yet
to be blessed by my treasure.
Our sun now rises to warm a sleepy soul
An awakening is near
For the shed calling is what can I hear
On and up the last path
A mumma and her joey.
And awaiting my return,
A wonderful Zoe.
An angel from a somewhere
That supports a greater world.
Market mission complete
Phase two shall begin
And at six fifteen our magpies sing
Tired and relieved yet still a little weary
I rise to the glory and the smell of hot coffee.
A simple magic bean
Organic as it can be
For I happily declare this day is now born
Organic Origins is well blessed
By the light of this dawn
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