The pantry is the place to be <br />Full of all sort of culinary <br />Granny used to cook and bake <br />And from the pantry she would take <br /> <br />Making things that taste delight <br />My eyes wide open and shining bright <br />Victoria sponge and fresh baked bread <br />The smells go whizzing through my head <br /> <br />The pantry was an Aladdin’s cave <br />All the food stacked in its place <br />Vegetables form granddads plot <br />Fruits from the orchard there was a lot <br /> <br />Tins and packs of all dried goods <br />A drum of flour in the corner stood <br />The treats our granny she would hide <br />Deep in the pantry out of sight <br /> <br />Sunday lunch was the best <br />Around the farm house table in our Sunday best <br />The smell of home made food, it filled the room <br />Like some luscious sweet perfume <br /> <br />Before we start we say our grace <br />Then we’d sit and stuff our face <br />These memories are of the past <br />But our bonding it will always last <br /> <br />Chellaston <br />02 10 2009<br /><br />Jim O'Donnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pantry/
