by anne campbell
and drifts of sugar, melted down.
upon the kitch table stood
and i detected in the air
a scent so wholesome and so good
i could not match it anywhere
i remember how i stood, a little child
beside the cheery kitchen fire.
these homey things my heart beguiled
of simple joys 1 does not tire
the old home seemed so near today
because a little girl of mine
came rushing in from school to say
core as many apples as desired and place in a shallow baking dish.
fill the cavities in the apples with brown sugar, a few raisins or nuts and a small piece of butter.
by mary fink
when darkness falls and day is done
they send a greeting
across the fields to neighbors near . . .