Prancing hoofs twix thin-rimmed high wheels
slowly guide through patchworked farm weald--
haystacks cross-stitched next to cornstalks,
appliqued with dark green forests.
Black cab leads by dusty backroad
to plain clutch of white frame abodes,
bustling tie-up by a boardwalk,
pungent, plankfloored butcher’s meat-shop.
Haunches, cheeses hang in huge chunks,
sausages sliced varied new lengths,
Smokey smells entwine glass cases,
celebrate their delicacies.
Over hills spread gold with sunshine,
paper-wrapped and tied with old twine,
aromatic amish parcels
borne to gastronomic farewells.
© 2001 Bonnie Manion