With thanks to Nils Teodor , who gave memory's of open firers . Of times now past.
Bread on the toasting ,
Fork ,
In the hot coals I see ,
Pitches so vivid ,
With a mug of tea ,
I turn the bread ,
So it turns brown each side ,
I wait and stare in and on.
The Dyslexic Poet
Ken D Wiliams
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2010-02-23 at 12:50
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IN THE FLAMES AND RED HOT COALS
In to the flames I stare ,Bread on the toasting ,
Fork ,
In the hot coals I see ,
Pitches so vivid ,
With a mug of tea ,
I turn the bread ,
So it turns brown each side ,
I wait and stare in and on.
The Dyslexic Poet
Ken D Wiliams
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 532 times
Written on 2010-02-23 at 12:50
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