A little poem I wrote one day in the distant past while awaiting my favourite
beverage in a local cafe. - Alison
"Tea Poetry"
The teapot arrives all
shiny and silver
A red cup and saucer
awaits
As the milky liquid is
poured into the cup
Steam swirls and the spicy
scent drifts into my nostrils
A drop of
honey
Now to stir and sip it's
heady flavour
It's warming goodness fills
my body and delights my soul
Alison is a blogger from Melbourne, Victor, Australia. The original post http://hillandvale.blogspot.com/2012/12/tea-poetry.html
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