"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Happy Pie Day-Happy Poetry Potluck!

Happy Pie Day
The scent of apples
Fills the neighborhood
Evokes cinnamon memories
Of mothers and apple pies
And childhood times gone by
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A smile a day keeps the blues away
Mom and Apple pie can do the same
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Could not resist putting this smirky face on the pie!
Have a great week!

11 comments:

Celia said...

Hilarious, how you not feel good eating that?

Bee's Blog said...

What a happy face and a fun apple pie. To be served with ice cream, custard or cream??

thingy said...

He looks so yummy, but how can you eat it now?

It's so cute!

kkrige said...

It looks delicious and completely irresistible with that big smile. Now I am hankering for a piece...

annell said...

I love pie, and want to celebrate pie day with you!

bendedspoon said...

Delicious and happy poem! :)

Jingle said...

so delicious and yummy looking.

what a homely take.
you rock, my friend.

A++

fiveloaf said...

haha! this is cute! my potluck's here: http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/06/04/metamorphosis/

jessicasjapes said...

Lovely poem and piccy! I could smell the cinnamen as I read the words.
Thanks for visiting my poem earlier.

~T~ said...

I draw in my pie crusts, too. Looks delicious!

Jingle said...

Greetings, Happy Firday! Blessings…

Friendship Awards, Enjoy!
Thanks for the support, You Rock!
xxx