BREAD: Earth dug under sun & cloud, Water, weeded, hoed & ploughed, Seeds sown deep in dark quiet sod, Each in its tiny skin-bed pod. Green shoots tender & new, Growing tall under morning dew, Harvested & threshed into silken flour, By men, beasts & machines of power. Packed in sacks, baskets, boxes & bags, Globally sent to the rich, & to those in rags, Mixed with blenders in first-world lands, Kneaded with love by third-world hands. Simple flour given by earth, Man´s staple food given birth, Maintaining life all over the world, For every man, woman, boy & girl. Dough baked in ashes, ovens, homes & shops, Roasted, or in dollops into hot fat drops, Chapatti, baguette, loaf, naan or roll, All from nature´s own mixing bowl. Sprinkled with sugar, nuts, seeds or salt, Others with herbs & added milk or malt, Most just flour & water plain, To relieve the world´s hungry unending pain. Maligned by beauties trying to slim, Manna to the child of just bone & skin, Let us give, & let us share, Daily bread with our neighbours everywhere. Fragrance of baked, hot new breads, Like new mown grass & coffee, go to our heads, But to the world I live in, I must implore, Please let us give more daily bread to the poor. From seed to mill, - from silo to table, Destiny, be mud pot, or supermarket label, Staple to both man & swine, Sating hunger of both theirs & mine. POEM BY SUE LOBO: BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK IS NOT MINE TO CLAIM, ONLY TO ADMIRE & SHARE. THE ARTIST IS UNKNOWN TO ME BUT I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW WHO IT IS SO AS TO CREDIT THEIR WORK: SUE LOBO ©: 2013.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 15:52:34 +0000
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