Farmhouse KitchenA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenCountry Life.Farmhouse
Kitchen Cold flagstone floors and dusty shelves, beneath a low, oak beamed, white-washed ceiling. A scrubbed pine table bearing the scars of many years labour with Sabatier knives, meat mallets and cleavers. Pots, all shapes and sizes, dangle from a rack above. The soot black range, stout and proud, belches heat and roasts a joint of beef, bakes a loaf of bread and warms plates, ready for a hearty feast. The smell of baking dough and searing meat fills the space with drooling appetites. Atop the stove boiling vegetables to accompany the crisping, oven-cooked parsnips and potatoes, fill the air with sweet moistened steam. And in readiness, we await the call for father to carve, knowing that soon we will be replete.
07/06/17 © 2017 John Alexander McFadyenReviews
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12 Reviews Added on June 7, 2017 Last Updated on June 8, 2017 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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