Thursday, September 23, 2010

"Kneading Bread"


Kneading Bread
~Belle Bainster Broadbent~

While the dough I gently grasp,
I think of those who must clasp
Seed, to sow the golden grain
And reap the harvest it contains;
And those who then work hour by hour
Turning this grain into flour
While these joining, clasping hands
Feed the hungry of the lands.
So, I find a kinship spread
While I'm gently kneading bread.

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