On Saturday we all baked bread, <br />Gracie and Maddy and me. <br />Every one had a different job, <br />Mine was to oversee. <br /> <br />Maddy read out the recipe <br />She told us the things to get <br />Out of the pantry and cupboard <br />And whether we needed them yet. <br /> <br />Grace was our special weigher-out <br />To measure the flour and salt. <br />She did the job so very well <br />There wasn't a single fault. <br /> <br />Salt and flour went into the bowl <br />And some bread soda too <br />Then Gracie added the buttermilk <br />When Madeleine told her to. <br /> <br />Now Grace and Maddy began to knead, <br />Their hands all lovely and white. <br />They added more flour to stiffen the dough, <br />To make the texture right. <br /> <br />They rolled the dough into a ball, <br />And Gracie patted it flat <br />Maddy then cut a cross on the loaf <br />And that was the end of that. <br /> <br />Now into the oven the loaf was put, <br />That had to be my job <br />'Cos ovens are hot and nasty burnt hands, <br />Would cause little girls to sob. <br /> <br />In less than an hour the loaf was cooked <br />And I carefully took it out. <br />When Grace and Maddy saw their work <br />They each gave a little shout, <br /> <br />'Mum! Dad! Come and see our loaf' <br />We've made it all ourself <br />It's better than bread you get from a shop <br />Or a supermarket shelf.' <br /> <br />And when you spread some butter on <br />Each crumbly, crusty slice <br />We're sure that you are bound to say, <br />'This bread tastes very nice' <br /> <br />'For we had a special, magic thing <br />That you really can't buy anywhere. <br />When we baked that loaf for you <br />We added our love and our care.'<br /><br />Michael Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soda-bread/
