The Pantry Poem by Jim O'Donnell

The pantry is the place to be
Full of all sort of culinary
Granny used to cook and bake
And from the pantry she would take

Making things that taste delight
My eyes wide open and shining bright
Victoria sponge and fresh baked bread
The smells go whizzing through my head

The pantry was an Aladdin’s cave
All the food stacked in its place
Vegetables form granddads plot
Fruits from the orchard there was a lot

Tins and packs of all dried goods
A drum of flour in the corner stood
The treats our granny she would hide
Deep in the pantry out of sight

Sunday lunch was the best
Around the farm house table in our Sunday best
The smell of home made food, it filled the room
Like some luscious sweet perfume

Before we start we say our grace
Then we’d sit and stuff our face
These memories are of the past
But our bonding it will always last

Chellaston
02 10 2009