American Flatbread ~ Flatbread Kitchen
Friday and Saturday June 27+28, 2008
Tonight’s menu and baking are dedicated to
Community Cafeteria Poem
I want to write a poem, free and true,
But the story line seems better suited to
And the prose more like and copy than
A little history happened here last night.
Our first community cafeteria.
We cooked up Flatbread (of course) and served up a new salad.
Moms and Dads, Grandparents, Aunts, and Uncles,
And Friends—and skads of kids.
Playing like it meant something (which it does).
By the campfire, Michael played an old banjo,
And old and young alike roasted marshmallows
The history we made Thursday night is not the kind
That will change the course of the world, but it is
The kind that makes the world worthwhile.
Next week will be the 4th of July—my oh my, where does the time go?