The Village Pie
It is baking in the sun, and the people are having fun,
Everyone gather around to see the village pie with a special message
underneath the silver line and the long awaited verdict wrapped up inside. The outer edges are lined with gold and a summit parachuting above its head, the children are having fun and the men are drinking rum punch. The cheese cake is waiting at the gate and the guests are ten minutes late. They baked it underneath the earth with firewood and dirt, and the pompom girls danced around flinging up their golden short skirt.The men on the side lift up their hand signaling their interest and pride with a colorful banner in their hand waving at the crowd around the village pie. Mouths are watering and the heaven is sinking in a cool air is blowing from side to side and the village salutes its final pride.The village pie is baking in the sun.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2021
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