Magpie Tales

"Yes sunrise, I am coming!"
Light a candle for the new day
Throw open the dutch door
as you hear the train coming into the valley,
On a clear morning you can even hear the rumble
of all the wheels,
Sound carries and purifies the air.
You wish for a good drum,
some brass handbells- anything
to match the hope of it.
Behind the door is your apron
you step aside to put it on,
and realize a yearning
for creative purposes;
raise your voice
" Bread and pies, here we come!"