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Poetry Time
Posted on Tuesday, November 20 2007 @ 21:17:39 Eastern

After a class on Robert Frost in my English class,  I felt compelled to write a poem. So, I wrote this little ditty.

I guess the fact that Thanksgiving is coming soon I felt compelled to write a poem about food. Enjoy.

A Bountiful Harvest

Figs and nuts, fruits and grains,
oh what a bounty the earth has given!
The platters strewn on the lacquered oak slab,
with a fragile cloth blanketing the bends.
The silver thats freshly polished radiates
like the stars on a tranquil night skyline;
Twinkling over the navy blanket.
This bountiful harvest of maize and mash
accented by the lilacs and orchid packs;
Their pewter prisons holding them in place,
as the wind blows casually, ever softly
swaying the sweet smells of the risen bread,
the apples perspiring it's nectars,
cooling the herbs sprinkled on the golden fowl,
roasted to perfection on the hot stones,
causing ripples in the crystaled water,
creating waves for the heightened senses,
engulfing them with pleasurable scents,
for the wonderous feast ahead.

 

 

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