Happy sweet hours, to try my hands
At the veg, at the dough, as I might;
Now freed at last from tangled bands,
Like a cage bird, longing for new sight.
Happy in nest, combing for flight,
Recipe searched from a cookbook,
Like perch on the tree provides delight,
Pause and ponder, as a praised cook.
A little fish that's ready for the hook,
Unaware of high waves or the rough sea,
Dreaming of th' clear babbling valley brook
Vivid with birds and beasts, full of glee.
Life like a bird or fish me pleases alone,
No need to fear the boss, and humble to none.
Aug.7th,2010.
Happy sweet hours, to try my hands At the veg, at the dough, as I might; Now freed at last from tangled bands, Like a cage bird, longing for new sight.....like the beauty of expression! A beautiful poem....10
Thank you for the praise, Dillip. It's so pleasant to learn about new cuisines...We are what we eat.
Life like a bird or fish me pleases alone, No need to fear the boss, and humble to none. An interesting poem.
Thank you for reading and commenting on this parody, Mr.Jawad. Written for fun~
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Unaware of high waves or the rough sea, Dreaming of th' clear babbling valley brook Vivid with birds and beasts, full of glee. Life like a bird or fish me pleases alone, No need to fear the boss, and humble to none........touching expression with nice theme. A beautiful poem so nicely executed.10