Love and Warm Toast
The breeze that blows across the field
Carries the scent of various wild grasses
Feral flowers and the cereal farmer’s gold
Later
The miller with his cool and calloused fingers
Shall fashion and form
Each golden husk into breakfast
Thus
Reminding me of my mother as a young woman
Many years ago now but always
Smiling and smelling of love and warm toast
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments7
A lovely write N. I had tea and soggy biccies, made by myself. Erm, not quite the same thing! lol.
thank you orchidee.. saves on chewing I guess, think positively my friend..
I' ve just been enjoying a refreshing cup of viagra tea. It doesn't do anything for you sexually but stops your dunked biscuits from going floppy.
I am an occasional toast eater. Your piece has whet my appetite for some .... hmm i'm almost smelling the stuff.
Thank you DA... apart from another welcome visit, you have made me chuckle no end... funny that but I know exactly wot ya mean..... Neville
I just love this - the progression so elegantly yet so simply expressed - into faves.
Thank you indeed and verily so...........Cheers Michael ..
Beautiful piece of toast.
Bless ya my friend .. many thanks indeed........ Neville
Lovely write, I now crave a slice of such toast.
Thank you Caleb.A... I crave a full English breakfast with two eggs and a mug of strong tea..... Neville
Poignant ....amazing!!
thank you very much...
Such a good write Neville, that memory will never ever leave you.
thank you Goldfinch60... and I sincerely hope you are write my friend....
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