On the livingroom table, glassCanning jars spoutedLavender and yellow wildflowersFrom the south pasture.She noticed the purple patch fromHer porch door whereThey had called for her to come Outside and walk—watchHawks wheel in the summer sky.

The flowerbed by the front walkDoesn't need to speak or talkWaving flowers like flags or pennantsIt greets us in the foremost minutes"Say, I'm glad you're here today. Come on in. We hope you'll stay  For tea."

Staff of lifeYeast and wheatCrusty and hotFrom the oven doorAll the world overBread—hot with butter,Honey, fruit jams, cheeses,Comes to tablesNourishes life