Spring winds loft a smell so sweet.Go forth young men to the store of meat.
Oh lit flame that propane will birth.
Loin of pork a sizzling mirth.
To stainless steel grate I do bring.
A tasty offering from my grill.
The King
I now invite you to write a story about your own grill. Obviously if you don't belong to the Holland Grill brotherhood, you might not have the deep wellspring of emotions from which poetry rises. Its a Holland thing.
