The Desert Rose Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

The Desert Rose



A place to stop and rest,
kick back, enjoy a moment's peace.
Food from heaven is being served by
a cook named, Jim.
Breakfasts, lunches, dinners, always
being made.
Menus passed about to savor for a few
moments, tastes upon your brain.

Thursday, November 7, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: food,heaven
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