Thursday, January 20, 2011

One of Mine - 1985

Morning sun dancing on the table,
Bright now that autumn's come.

It's quiet here. So good to be
In the kitchen this September,
With bread baking in the oven.

Warm yeast odors fill the room,
The kettle sings in happiness,
Nothing bad can happen
When a person's baking bread.


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