Sandra

Submitted By Carol - aka Idaho Gem

A Royal Dream

If only I lived on a mountain high
in a castle, in the clouds, part of the sky
If only I had been born a queen
and dwelled within a royal dream

Wit rich velvet and brocade in my gown
reflected in my diamond crown
And layers of lace and silk underneath
my body pampered in satin sheath

My bedroom decorated in luscious hue
my window with magnificent view
Intricate tapestries upon the walls
and marble statues lining the halls

The stone blocks would not be cold
but warm with secrets never told
Mosaic tile woven into the floors
and huge arched and oaken doors

My stately manner would assume
that I reside in glorious rooms
From towers and turrets by banner would fly
silhouetted against an azure sky

Painted angels circling the ceiling high
cherubs in Madonnas' arms would lie
The light of God in a child's face
visions of a mystical place

Scenes of heaven would abound
so vivid one might hear the trumpet sound

Clouds and wings and golden light
whispered praises of saintly height

The hearth, the hub, the warmth, the pull
the comfort of knowing the kettle is full
Massive carved stone with fires ablaze
warming our hearts on the darkest days

A silver drawbridge shall span the moat
where mermaids swim and lilies float
If not a fortress hard and stout
there'd be no enemies to keep out

If only I had a gilded garden gate
with ivy and roses in filigree grate
There'd be rows of lavender and pompas plumes
and isles of sweetly scented blooms

With hedges winding a confusing maze
where I might meditate for days and days
Only to emerge wiser and stronger
thinking about if only I'd stayed longer

If only I governed a countryside
with dwellers bursting in their pride
To be honored with natures' bounty
to be giving to the royal county

The rivers would flow with milk and homey
the days would be long and warm and sunny
And rain would wash our spirits clean
if only this was more than a dream

If only I had a musical king
a lover to whom I could sing
He'd dance for me and strum his lute
and for him I'd play my magical flute

He would be a most charming prince
this fair maidens desire to have a glimpse
Of a noble lord upon a great white steed
proud and strong and spirit freed

Together we'd rule with gentle hand
we'd not own but care for the land
The royal flocks and the royal wheat
provisions sailing on the royal fleet

Oh, if only I hailed from great ancestral line
dating back to the beginnings of time
If only I'd been born a queen
If only I'd not woken from this dream.

Bread for Thought

If a man can't live by bread alone
perhaps a woman can
'Cause I can eat a half a loaf
still steaming in the pan

The aroma of fresh baked bread
is a most pleasant smell
The hunger signals in my head
and makes my taste buds swell

Better known as the staff of life
a staple in every home
I'll have a great big buttered slice
or toasted all alone

Whole grain is my favorite type
rich with nuts and seeds
With a peanut butter swipe
pass the honey please

Bagels, muffins, rolls and buns
bread of any kind
In the morning or when the day is done
carbohydrates on my mind

A hunk all by itself is fine
it's nourishment I do crave
And when it's seen its better time
I dry it up to save

Croutons, stuffing, bread crumbs do
add to a pantrys list
In salad, turkey, pudding and soup
its absence would be missed

Lets talk about dumplings some
a filling dish to eat
I know I'm not the only one
who loves this soup-top treat

Cornbread is a southern fare
a crumbly golden delight
I can eat it anywhere
in the morning or in the night

Now, crackers are a fabulous food
crispy, salty, tack
Cheese or jam will cure the mood
for a midnight munchie snack

Baking powder biscuits are
a compliment to any plate
Buttered hot mounds can by far
induce a caloric state

When I'm hungry or when I'm tired
bread will always be
A food that usually will inspire
the glutton inside of me

Pizza needs this doughy round
and a sandwich wouldn't exist
If the Brahman don't come 'round
the frenchbread is sorely missed

If a meal can be made with bread
then why does it cost so much
Cause I know it has been said
I need it in my lunch

Celebrate the common ancient fare
a food for all lands
Rolled and baked and made with care
filling empty hands

There must be a thousand styles
to cook and eat this stuff
I can walk a thousand miles
and still not get enough

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