Thoughts arise of home-baked bread
Set on hearthen coals bright red
Grain hulled on the threshing-floor
Coarse hands forming loaves of yore
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There's a gift in home-baked bread Eaten after prayers are said Fragrant slices warm and soft Keeping love and dreams aloft. Verily, such memories are a treasure that give immense pleasure....10 I invite you to read my poems
Scanning through lists of poems I spotted yours, I'm so glad I did, so gifted, such a beautiful piece, 'lilacs back-door stairs adorn', ' lost childhood's fog' beautiful cherished memories!