My Paintings

The Chocolate Baker

The Chocolate Baker is a lady of stature so grand

She bakes the best cookies and cakes over the lands

Other bakers dishes are tasteless and utterly bland

Sensationally goodness are the works from her hands

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Miraculous wonders from her oven every day appear

Close to my palate her talents have become very dear

Cakes, brownies, fudge puddings and chocolate pies

Scrumptious delectable aromas bring tears to my eyes

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As Chocolate is a part of my menu almost every day

Living near the bakery would be a wise choice I’d say

So a house I found with a little effort and a little labor

Now the Chocolate Baker, a grand lady is my neighbor

Author Eileen Clark  

This poem was written because of my love for chocolate, so much so that I have a website called The Chocolate Baker.

https://foreverchocolate.wordpress.com/

Image: https://abstract.desktopnexus.com/wallpaper/1239262/

https://fr.depositphotos.com/90833338/stock-illustration-blonde-chef-woman-in.html

My Paintings

The Clothesline

A clothesline was a news forecast, to neighbors passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep, when clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly link, for neighbors always knew,
If company had stopped on by, to spend a night or two.

For then you’d see the fancy sheets and towels upon the line;
You’d see the company tablecloths, with intricate design.
The line announced a baby’s birth, to folks who lived inside,
As brand new infant clothes, were hung so carefully with pride.

The ages of the children, could so readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed, you’d know how much they’d grown.
It also told when illness struck, as extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe too, haphazardly were strung.

It also said “Gone on vacation now”, when lines hung limp and bare.
It told “We’re back!” when full lines sagged, with not an inch to spare.
New folks in town were scorned upon, if washing was dingy grey,
As neighbors carefully raised their brows, and looked disgustedly away.

But clotheslines now are of the past, for dryers make work much less,
Now what goes on inside a home, is anybody’s guess.
I really miss that way of life; it was a friendly sign,
When neighbors knew each other best, by what was hanging on the line.

Author Unknown, that’s sad.

Controversy Over The Clothes Line https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clothes_line

Beautiful painting credit goes to Jeffrey T. Larson Wonderful American Painter – https://www.jeffreytlarson.com/