My unwashed thoughts. Straight from the soul. Not nessasarily based on reality.




I never pass a lemonade stand.
The card table with a sign in crayon,
"Lemonade 50 cents"
Sometimes just one kid sitting there wondering if this is such a good idea.
Bored,
Then I stop,
The childs eyes light up with hope,
Somewaht nervous because up to now the only customer was Mom and the lady next door.
I ask if its cold,
If its homemade,
And whatever the answer I smile and enjoy it.
The lemonade stand is an enduring symbol of whats great about this country,
Initiative,
Risk taking,
Sometimes the lemonade is a mix,
poorely done,
Other times real fesh squeezed!
Then I buy two!
I give encouragement and drive away,
somehow, the day seems cooler,
The presure of the day somewhat lessened,
By a little lemonade stand,
And a kid with dreams.


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