Ode to Food A Pindaric Ode Let us thank our daily bread, fresh sliced. Its cliché is the staff of life. Oatmeal, whole grain, country, rye Nourish our appetites, brains, and eyes. Oh, fields of grain, golden in the sun, Milled into flour rich for everyone. Yet many say they reach for rice To keep them fed, to avoid the price Of hunger’s claws, to hold on, To silence starvation’s brittle song. Bags of rice can mean a fortune, Can be the bank families count on. I hope bread and rice do both suffice To keep alive the human race. I hope any kitchen can have room for both To fill the bowl, shape the loaf. Grains and heat, some sort of pan Maintain life for grateful hands. Kate Richardson (Anne Arundel County, MD) has been a teacher, copywriter, and editor. She now writes poetry and plays soprano and alto recorder.
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