sitting on a wooden rocking chair <br />listening to loretta lyn on the air <br />i would have been there for minutes <br />waiting for my lunch and two seats <br />one for me and for my daughter <br />crocker barrel, name they offer <br /> <br />as i open door, whiff touch my lips <br />bounce my nose, smell so sweet <br />scented candles best in the west <br />lying close by very beautiful quilt <br />finely stitch with flowers and bees <br />thick, padded for warm winter sleep <br /> <br />bees wax for your sensitive skin or lips <br />honey for your tea, or for sunburn itch <br />who could think of that, men from forest <br />i look around i saw some of dad's tools <br />antiquated but it does the job big or small <br />not forgetting frontier food, i eat 'em all<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/032110g-taste-of-the-west/
