An alley of gum stuck to the walls.
We have each taken our turn.
To chew the spearmint, cinnamon and wintergreen well
Then stick it to the wall as our story to tell!

While the people pass by
The smells of BBQ chicken, Tri-Tip and potatoes
Baked in their skins blend on the pallet of hunger.
Stuffing our bags with almonds, veggies
A variety of fruit and black mission figs!

We could hardly wait to step into
Our favorite Thursday Night
Higuera Street Restaurant
For Sushi, Asian BBQ, and all the fixings.
To fill our hearts with laughter
And our bellies with warmth.

We loved the SLO Farmer's Market long ago.
Now we are scattered across the continent
In two countries and six states.
Who would have ever known
That these times would pass so quickly?