PIES

The rain has just ended.

I myself inside feel bended.

Into the yard I'll creep.

Out the back door by the sweep.

There the dirt hills, road fleet.

With a shovel this dirt to keep.

I'll make Mommie a sweet treat.

Mix some water, with Puddles meat.

On the floor to place them neat.

Right by Mommie's golden feet.

Neat little pies in a row.

Only to help Mommie, cook and sew.

from my poem book - DREAMS