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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Sizzle (05/02/13)

TITLE: Stopping to Smell the Bacon
By Lisa Hudson
05/03/13


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Stopping to Smell the Bacon

The morning sun, in all itsí glory,
Melts frost and dew away.
The flowers stretch and open wide
While blue and red birds play.

The quiet of this morning song
Gives way to a world now waking.
In the distance, a dog excitedly barks,
At the noise the children are making.

A big yellow bus announces its arrival,
As the brakes are touched with a squeal.
The door, with a hiss, opens up wide,
And gobbles the kids for its meal.

As the bus drives away, a new noise is heard,
From a tractor that has a bad cough.
But itís not long before the engine is humming,
And farmer and tractor drive off.

While the door is open to the world outside,
Letting in the sunís bright glare,
Clouds and trees make the sunbeam sway,
While the dust flecks float in the air.

The aroma of coffee drifts all through the house,
While bacon spits out from the pan.
The toast pops up as the eggs are frying,
And potatoes are turned over to tan.

His salt and pepper hair is standing on end,
And his pajamas are starting to fray.
I canít help but smile, and even giggle a bit,
For his shirt is turned the wrong way.

The scent of the roses sitting there on the table,
Invite me to come and sit down.
I pull out the chair and lean in to their aroma,
And the sun warms the back of my gown.

He sits down to join me, and we take it all in,
As we begin this new phase in our life.
With my hand in his, we bow and we pray,
For continued blessings as husband and wife.


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Mary Knoll Santos05/10/13
This is so sweet. To find out through to the end-- being with the man you love of all time, enjoying the pleasures of the day together God has given. Thanks!
Yvonne Blake 05/14/13
What a nice tribute to your husband and marriage!
The rhythm was a bit awkward in places. Also you may want to play with phonetics to give your poem the sounds of the morning.
Keep writing - you made me feel at home.