Food Spring Poems | Spring Poems About Food
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Soy sauce drains
Into the white, clustered rice
spills . . .
Soy sauce taints
The whiteness of the grain
It slips out of my hands
No use...no point in crying out in rage
Though I was starving,
I'll just eat another thing and start on a new page
I'm hungry like a swine
I wish I can earn back my snack!
I'm as angry as a bull
I'm about ready to attack! Attack!
Soy sauce packages
Fall unto the dirty school ground
By bratty, conceited teens
They really need to eat their greens
Instead of junkfood and pizza
They should drink some water
Instead of drinking sugary drinks or
Sucking on popsicles obnoxiously
Why did the soy sauce spill? Seriously....
The horse softly blows and the wagon sways,
Deep in the bush on this well traveled trail,
I’m so happy we came out here today,
Each maple we spot wears a shiny pail,
And though winter loiters, spring I inhale.
We near a clearing, there’s the sugarshack,
Steam drifts while thick smoke wafts from thin chimneys,
The boil’s on, cords of wood are neatly stacked,
Sap’s freely running from taps on the trees,
And sweet is the scent that clings to the breeze.
Watching the making of pure liquid gold,
We sip spiced, apple cider from a cup,
Heart warmed, even though noses are still cold,
Waiting for toffee, a joy filled lineup,
How charming the ways of maple syrup.
By Cyndi MacMillan, Feb 4, 2012
For Francine Roberts "English Quintain Me a Spring Day" Contest
Let us whisper you and I
In a dark little corner and no candle light.
W'll wait until dawn and watch the sunrise.
Then catch a gentle breeze or watch a fading star.
We pick some flowers and catch a butterfly
We cross a small stream, sparkling water
catches the corner of your eyes.
We make a sailing boat from paper then
write a little song.
Soon will be breakfast, then at dinner w'll say a prayer,
And at night time w'll light a fire, and then we retire.
Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by
Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul
Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory
Fresh water arises with the scent
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all
The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist