Monday, February 20, 2012

Sunny with possible pancakes

It*s not even the official pancake day yet.  It is a day off from school, however.  It is sunny, bright, and now it*s time for pancakes.

The morning is bright
With sun and birds.
She chirps in the kitchen,
Begins to pour pancakes
To be sacrificed
To the gift of maple syrup
On the dining table altar,
The gift of maple syrup
Decanted from trees,
Cooked down
From the north woods
Of Wisconsin.
It came with a story.
The pancakes develop a story
Of their own,
Finally perfect brown,
Quite a story of their own.
The maple syrup
Waits on the table.
It is sunny today
With very possible pancakes
And syrup
Of course

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