Boot Sales Poem by David Harris
Boot Sales
In the summer,
boot sales at weekends
are a common sight.
Selling things
no longer required
within someone’s life.
When you stop at one
you gaze over each, stall
hoping to find treasures
to add to your collection at home.
The problem with collecting
when do you say no?
Never I’m afraid,
for everything, you collect
gain a few more memories
and those memories are yours.
I love going to bootsales David we have a big one at standerwick near Frome where I can roam for absolutely ages long after the Children and Wife are bored Great Idea for a poem, and you are so right about the memory aspect Take care Love duncan X
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4/18/2024 2:34:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Boot sales, garage sales, jumble sales - all opportunities for the exchange of 'stuff'. My favorite is the once or twice a year hard rubbish collection we have in Melbourne, where people leave their junk out on the nature strip for collection. It's amazing how much junk is collected by people other than the council! I recall my dear father would go to the municipal tip with a carload of rubbish and return with a carload of new rubbish. Mum used to get so cross. Father's usual answer was 'it might come in handy'. He he he. Your poems always make the reader think. love, Allie xxxx