Wheelbarrow full of
freshly picked grapefruit,
children bent on
making pocket money.
Long dusty road
in the middle of nowhere,
only one car stops to ask
directions at their stand.
No sales on this dusty day
just a full wheelbarrow
of yellow skinned fruit....
A dverse poets prompt to write a 44 word quadrille containing the word 'Stand'. My poem depicts a childhood memory of my sisters and I. Maybe our mother made marmalade with all the unsold grapefruit, I can't remember for sure.....
Here is the link to dverse poets: Stand