The word barter means exchange by trade without money, In the poem Barter by Sara Teasdale, Whats the exchange - money tree poem
Life has charms to sell
All very nice things
Bleached Blue Waves on a cliff
Upgrade fire that sways and sings,
Children and the faces look
Holding wonder in a cup.
Life has charms to sell
Music as a curve of gold,
The scent of pine trees in the rain
The eyes, I love you, arms that hold,
And amaze his ideas further,
Sacred thoughts of the night, the stars.
Take everything you need for the beauty
Now calculate and not the cost;
Sing for an hour, know peace
The Count of many years of struggle and loss,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Enter all of which have been or could be.
East:
A year of struggle for the ecstasy
For children is the surprise
On a curve of gold
The personal commitment of the beauty of life
Delight in the spirit of peace ???????????
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