A poem by Beverly Stock.
A cute young boy with curly locks,
Smiling brown and tender eyes,
Castle-builder, with white-bread blocks,
Gourmet castles were built sky-high.
A fearless rider on his father’s knee,
An eager listener to stories told,
At the lunch table in the nursery,
Where castles and adventures are manifold.
Forts and barns for him to build:
Other “steeds” for him to ride;
New friends and other lunches filled
With edible creations, Mom provides.
Young son, build bread castles high and fair,
Rising and reaching to the skies;
Repeat the nursery rhymes with flair,
And serve a side of lullabies.
My poem was found within the lines in The Castle-Builder by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow in the public domain. Image: “Nutrition,” A Food-Art post online.