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The Bench by Cindy Prince May 2, 2007 Lined up like soldiers Eager faces close together Elbowing one another For more space On the brown wooden bench The smells of Mom's pancakes Covered in chunks of butter And hot homemade syrup We lick our lips As we wait on the bench Finally, one big pancake Lands on each plate Then disapears in a flash As we wait for another Side by side on Dad's bench About the author: I was born in Cape Girardeau, Missouri and was one of 7 children. My Dad had made that bench to hold as many of us as was possible. My 4 kids have had the same experience, waiting for my pancakes, on that 50 year old bench. I now live in Jasper, Arkansas (population 498) with my husband and 4 children where I write, paint, and work at a library. | | | |
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