Food of the GodsA Poem by April ChildA birthday tributeIs such an ordinary thing as a candle on a chocolate cake enough to mark and celebrate the occasion of your birthday? I suppose if you consider the hands it took to plough the earth in which the seeds became the wheat nourished by the rain and sun surviving weeds and pest attack harvested by precisely engineered mechanical machinery. This wheat then processed into grain and travelled courtesy of roads to factories where more machines and hands pack flour into bags made from paper pulped from trees while somewhere distant sugar cane matures and ripens in the sun stalks are being washed and cut pulverized and crystallized filtered and refined. Free range hens are laying eggs, cacao trees produce their pods containing beans “food of the gods” in trunks and lower branches. The cows that graze and eat the hay fed to them 10 times a day making milk and frothy cream which beaten becomes butter. The buildings that become the shops where groaning shelves are packed with goods we idly place in conveniently shaped metal carts and baskets. So now as I look at this cake a simple sponge baked everyday all humble looking on a plate it’s me that’s feeling humbled. What better way to celebrate the wonder of you being here than feasting on this marvellous collaborative confection. © 2009 April ChildFeatured Review
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Added on March 21, 2009Last Updated on April 28, 2009 AuthorApril ChildUnited KingdomAboutI love words and I like to write poems. Sometimes words just come and I don't know where from but I write them down anyway. There's something very powerful in the written word. It shows you where y.. more..Writing
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