It grew green in the spring
Full of life, it did gleam
On the edge of a forest, it grew
Strong, bold and true
In a field, it swayed
With the sun in its face
The heat of the summer
Dried out its green shade
Harvest arrived
With quite a surprise
The seeds that came
Were like cool autumn rain
Separated were chaff from seed
Ground down through a large machine
The final product was an off-white powder
It sat in a bag marked, “Flour”
To the Baker’s shop it arrived
The driver made good time
Mixed together with water, salt and yeast
The makings of bread for a family feast
In the hot oven, it rose to the sky
As it once did, when it was young and spry
Out came a long, flavourful baguette
Tried first by the baker, then all the rest
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