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Tony Mitton is one of the best children’s poets writing today. His first book, Plum...
As Brigid was walking
the old narrow track
she passed by a baker
with bread in his sack.
She put out a hand
from the fold of her cloak,
and these are the words
she softly spoke:
“Please give me a loaf
for my sisters and me,
and we’ll share it tonight
as we sit to our tea.”
But the baker, he muttered
and shook a mean head.
“If you want to eat, sister,
then bake your own bread.”
She looked in his eyes then,
but all that she found
was a stare that was hard
as the stones on the ground.
So Brigid passed quietly
along the hard track
as the bread turned to stone
on the baker’s back.
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