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Saturday, May 21, 2011

Kitchen...


My nephew was at my place doing homework, and when he completed what he could of Math and Science, he began working on Language Arts. He was required to do a "five senses poem", which he promptly finished and asked if I would like to hear it.  When he read it to me, I said "I have to post this on the blog."  (Anyone remotely familiar with my blog will see why.) He said, "Okay."  

Kitchen

I hear the sound of fresh, hot, sizzling bacon on the stove.
I feel the rush of warmth rising from the oven.
I smell the fresh pancake batter being whipped back and forth.
I taste the flavour of fresh, pure Canadian maple syrup.
I see ... my plate of second breakfast before me.

As much as I would like to say that I or my kitchen contributed to this in any way, I didn't, and sadly, nor did ny kitchen.  Oh... except for the warmth rising from the oven because we had hot dogs.

(I was originally going to post tihs right away, but then decided I should wait until he handed it in. )

7 comments:

Jeanie said...

That figures he would write something about food!

Spockgirl said...

Jeanie:
Yeah... funny thing... I sent him outside to perhaps be inspired to write about Nature. Food always calls.

DaveO said...

Kudoes to your nephew! :)

Spockgirl said...

Dave:
I thought he did a great job of it... the first line being especially noteworthy.

Spockgirl said...

Oops, forgot to say thanks.

Harvey said...

Second breakfast?

Your nephew is a hobbit? :-)

Spockgirl said...

Harvey:
He certainly eats like one.