INSCRIPTIONS THROUGH SUBMISSION
A Life time Of Poems and Inspirational
Inscriptions
Feel It
Hear It
Smell It
Taste It
Imagine It
Excerpt
“3-4 lbs. Red delicious apples
Cinnamon
Nutmeg
Butter
Flour
One beaten egg white
Sugar
Water
And a Sprinkle
Of
Freedom………”
APPLE PIE
Enslaved on this plantation picking and peeling apples for the master sixty-five years, in the kitchen baking just to live. What is that you smell? Well that’s homemade Apple pies. Lay them in the window to cool for a perfect triangle that’s tasty and
smooth…The smell sends an aroma that makes the slaves and hound dogs in the cotton field wild. Singing the song Johnny Apple seed… gives a clue that one of the slaves will be running by noon. The scents of the pies are lip-smacking, mouth-watering, sugary and enticing, making the dogs confused when a slave makes a move…Slaving in that kitchen until the master says you can go. Once I am through with my cooking, I slip a pie to my family. Thou shall not steal, but I say Loooord…, I baked it can’t I taste it…?
With a laugh at myself on the way home of the thought of the Apple pie I stole. Why want you run like the rest? Tooooo… old… to….. Run...
These aged hands has peeled thousands… of apples and baked many pies, if you run those mean dogs will eat you alive thinking you are an Apple pie.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
