9. Lines 1-4:
The poem beginsby describing a small shed
that a rural family put up on the
side of a highway, hoping to be
able to sell some of their produce to
the
passengers in a steady stream of
cars that came from the city. Compared to
the fancy cars the make-shift stand looked
pitiful, and seemed to implore the
passers-by to stop. They were not
asking for charity, but just for the