Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Easter at Spanish Cove


As always when a holiday is here
Food miraculously arrives
For Spanish Cove they have
Cooks where perfection thrives

Fresh, delicious and tasty
Tables set up with such style
Folks lined up to fill their plates
Food that satisfies for awhile

Lovely flowers graced the tables
And put everyone in the mood
For Easter dinner is special
Nowhere can you find better food

The color and freshness of fruit
Adorned the enormous salad bar
Looking very festive as well
And wanted to be the star

I hope you had a special Easter
Like the folks who love to rove
A delicious dinner like the ones
Who had Easter at Spanish Cove!

Submitted: Monday, March 24, 2008

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  • Thad Wilk (3/24/2008 9:57:00 AM)

    Lovely poem of Spanish Cove Marilyn, sounds like the place to stop for
    a special treat to eat!
    Best wishes, Friend Thad *10*! ! (Report) Reply

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