SENSES, FIVE, TASTE
The taste of a hot chocolate on a cold day,
Sweet and warm comforting in every way,
Or then thinking of things in the other extreme,
The refreshing taste of a sherbert ice cream.
When hungry you think of the taste of your favorite meal,
Your running saliva glands flow and make it feel real.
The taste of fresh fruit just plucked from the tree,
Or a fish eaten that minutes ago swam quite free,
Cooked in butter right by the lake or fast stream,
It is tastes like these when not there make you dream.
Try something new and see if you like the taste,
Savor it slowly, don’t condemn new things with haste.
Keep your taste buds happy by never having a smoke,
And you may live longer, for smokings a killer, no joke.
Some of the things I love to taste most of all
Are all around me and quite cheap in the fall.
The fruit I like most is the one I’m nibbing on,
Cherries are first, then raspberries when they are gone.
But a peach ripened on the tree in the warm sun
With juice dripping over me has surely won
First place in my taste chart that’s what I think now,
Tomorrow it maybe remembering milk straight from the cow.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 21, 2004