“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien
Let the Cakes Be Baked
Let the cakes be baked
and the sugar dizzled thick.
Serve each ale mug cold,
with a froth as thick as pie.
Sing the songs of bortherhood
as we raise each frosted glass,
as we cheer our goodly kings
and damn the tyrants’ swords.
And let our sleep be deep,
let our dreams be filled
with mirth. Far too soon the skies
shall gray and sorrow visit all.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Food for the Soul (and the Stomach).”