Poetry Thursday

Today I thought I would post one of my own. This was published in "Big Sky:A Collection of Canterbury Poems" edited by Bernadette Hall and James Norcliffe.
On a quick scan, there are a couple of things that might need explanation. The "dairy" in New Zealand is a corner shop, not a place where cows are milked. The "kissing crust" dates from the days before sliced bread. The loaves came in two adjoining halves that could be pulled apart to leave a rough surface, this was the "kissing crust" much fought over by myself and my siblings.

Fresh Bread

You walked home from the dairy
the loaf still warm
cradled in your arms
You picked at the kissing crust
couldn't resist

That afternoon
you climbed to the top of the tallest pine
rolled down the hillside till you were so dizzy
the hillside rolled down you
made daisy chains a mile long
stayed out till sunset
gulping blue sky

Ate bread still soft
in rough chunks
thick with butter
not like grandma's sandwiches
cut from yesterday's loaf
in careful thin slices.