I look into the garden and what do I see A beautiful array of flowers all smiling at me Always a work in progress so worth while The sweet smell makes me want to smile
My favorite flower of all you do ask So hard to choose what a task So I will simply tell the truth the way I see So lean close where I can whisper it to thee
The kind that makes all feel at home A smell that makes your problems gone Still depending on seasons but always on the rise Come here this is where my flour lies
Here in the kitchen is the flour of my heart Bringing happiness as lips touch a tart Soothing soups it can make Hot fresh bread I will bake
If your ever kneading a lift in life Smell cakes baking to rid the strife Gravy covering breaded meats Oh I love my flour it is just so sweet
I strive to be like the flour of the homes domain To fill the people whose lives I see in pain With comfort and love and warmth to all Flower to flour each has its own call
Very cool idea Happy, home is always something we want to be warm and welcoming and I see how flour would create what you do. You didn't take the quiz did you? see if I care <-- this to me looks like an iced bun, a very lovely thing to make using 'flour power'
FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKAug 19, 2012
What an original submission for the challenge... A fine write, Happy...
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Just a little weed amongst the flowers has grown so tall with love.
Please take that as the unexpected tops the lot
You didn't take the quiz did you?
see if I care
<-- this to me looks like an iced bun, a very lovely thing to make using 'flour power'
Regards
Bill
Bringing happiness as lips touch a tart
Soothing soups it can make
Hot fresh bread I will bake
I had a little tear in my eyes reading this...Reminded me of Grans home cooking...Ahhhhh the smell of her bread was divine. Superb poem Happy.
Hmmm are you saying I am pushing it to the limit Yankee. I really could only think of that. It was early here too. Breakfast time.
No Ms Bee I did not take the quiz. I had already written this and I did not want to find out that I might be the infamous cannabis flower.
Thank you so much Fellsman
Thank you Lucy and yes I have always had plenty of imagination. Sometimes it has gotten me in trouble. Some times other people have no imagination
Thank you Mr Oak {steve}
Thank you Odette. I have always thought of cooking as an art form. Now no one to cook for.
Thank you Poetnumber1 sometimes I really do feel like a weed amongst some of you. This place does have some really talented writers here.