As I enter, I feel a deep relief
I’m steering with the choices of my food
The people there, they share the same belief
Supporting local farms brightens my mood
From such variety it’s fun to pick
The carrots there are orange, red and blue
The raw honey can be therapeutic
I buy shiitakes and criminis, too
The scone seller knows to withhold the bag
The Sioux tribesman chants that “Water is life!”
My pockets stuffed with purchases, they sag
At home I chop the veggies with a knife
I often give the Sioux tribesman a buck
These deeds strengthen my health and bring good luck