Homemade Bread Poem by elysabeth faslund
Homemade Bread
This evening...
Roasting aroma,
In my kitchen,
Fills a dog's eyes,
Every room.
Bread dough
Baking high.
Oven warming
Every room
Against Night's
Chill. Cold.
No electric
Blanket tonight.
Christmas cards
To read again
And again...
Cherish always
With love,
And homemade
Bread.
Nice mood poem for Christmas season Elysabeth! Chesebit i want the end piece! *10*! ! Thad
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5/4/2024 10:43:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
How appropriate that the staff is born in comforting warmth and fragrance. One must stay home to taste its sensual delights. Please pass the marmalade and a cup of Earl Gray tea.