I love making bread
In the bread machine
I love the smell of the dough
As it rises

Doubling in size
It begins to bake
And the joyous smell
Takes shape with the bread

Shaken out
And left to cool
It fills the kitchen
With temptation

Then to cut
And taste
While it is still warm
One slice is not enough

‘Tis new bread
I sadly said
This swelling in my belly
I’ve eaten too much

BurtleBard
18th July 2009