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 hill, road fleet.
With shovel, this dirt to keep.
I'll make Mommy a sweet treat.
Mix some water, with puddles meat.
On the floor to place them neat.
Right by Mommies golden feet.
Neat little pies in a row.
Only to help Mommy, cook and sew.
from my book: DREAMS
JESUS SAVES
JOE POEWHIT
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pies/
