Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

Map

A fireball red touches pine trees
Tiny flickers peek through gaps
Colors cast upon the low clouds
Never follow a map

What will this day bring forth for all
Will their be sunshine or rain
As the horizon slowly changes
Into lives can come pain 

The day presented enjoyment
Our family time was warm
The meal shared delicious farm foods
Love fords prodigious storms 

My family comes most Wednesdays..
If I am able, I prepare a fresh homecooked meal..

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James Fraser July 27, 2014 at 1:03 PM If I'm ever passing Sara, I'll make sure it's a Wednesday. Lovely poetry if I may say so, James......

Poet Destroyer A July 25, 2014 at 5:55 PM Hello Sara, it's been a long time.... Thank you for sharing this warm side of you. I bet your family looks forward to the homecook meal....Linda

Kelly Deschler July 25, 2014 at 1:10 AM I love to cook whenever my family comes to my home. I learned a lot from my Grandma, because she cooked homemade meals everyday for her family and it was always eaten!.... Your words have that cozy feel, and a nice warmth to them which is so enjoyable! Very nicely done, Sara!

Andrea Dietrich July 24, 2014 at 8:30 PM you paint a very warm picture of this pleasant day. It's great you have this tradition. For us it was Sunday with grandparents growing up.

Matthew Anish July 24, 2014 at 5:09 PM One of my grandmothers was a great cook. The other collected recipes but didn't use them. I am sure you make great meals for your family. Peace & Love Matthew Anish