by Rachel Field
Some day I'm going to have a store
With a tinkly bell hung over the door,
with real glass cases and counters wide
And drawers all spilly with things inside.
There'll be a little of everything:
Bolts of calico; balls of string;
Jars of peppermint; tins of tea;
Pots and kettles and crockery;
Seeds in packets; scissors bright;
Kegs of sugar, brown and white;
Sarsaparilla for picnic lunches,
Bananas and rubber boots in bunches.
I'll fix the window and dust each shelf,
And take the money in all myself.
It will be my store and I will say:
" What can I do for you today?"
I found this poem in a early 1900 book of poetry- I feel like it was written just for me!
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