Bread Poem by Richard McClellan

Bread, Bread, a staff of life,
taking your flour,
an makin' some dough,
with the dough, sticky and smooth,
flour your hands,
an knead it a few,
let it rise in a warm place,
next, roll in a bakin' bread pan,
bake de dough for jus' a few,
when its hot, golden brown n' sweet,
pull from the oven,
an let the bun rest,
after resting, grab your loaf,
cut two pieces off n' butter it so,
fo' bread is a marvel of life,
our wonderful bread has been made,
fo' 30,000 years n' that's close,
to the beginning of our time,
jus so ya know.