Fish'n'Friends

steam
white and hot
lifts the lid
drops it
plink
back on the pot

peas boiled
green and bright
and sweet corn
on the cob

fresh perch
from the lake
just back of the barn
on the fire
browned and crisp
spuds baked in the coals

peach pie
still warm
waits
thick cream
iced and cold
in the churn

a good wine
blanc et sec
and late night talk
in the glow
the fire low
tales grow