Thoughts arise of home-baked bread <br />Set on hearthen coals bright red <br />Grain hulled on the threshing-floor <br />Coarse hands forming loaves of yore <br /> <br />Embers playful in quick flight <br />Whittled twigs shed glowing light <br />Hut now warm, its ceiling black <br />Worn dark coats hung on a rack <br /> <br />Somewhere in lost childhood's fog <br />Barnyard swallows swoop by logs <br />On a languid summer morn <br />Lilacs back-door stairs adorn <br /> <br />Thick white curds and oats ground fine <br />Little ones in patient line <br />Waiting for a longed for treat <br />Mother offers 'time to eat.' <br /> <br />Memories of those faded scenes <br />Now arise as old age leans <br />Strong and heavy on my bones <br />Easing loneliness and groans <br /> <br />Baking bread this afternoon <br />I recall harsh winds of doom <br />Tearing us from land and kin <br />Wiping out what might have been <br /> <br />Yet, like rising of fresh bread <br />Long lost memories soften dread <br />As I summon up those days <br />Plain and simple country ways <br /> <br />There's a gift in home-baked bread <br />Eaten after prayers are said <br />Fragrant slices warm and soft <br />Keeping love and dreams aloft.<br /><br />Liilia Talts Morrison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-baked-bread/
