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Show My Treasure House By MARTHA COYNER My cellar is a treasure house Where I have stored my wealth; Those precious foods that through the year Will guard my family's health. I've planned so very carefuDy Each item that it holds, I've counted each bright, spotless jar As misers count their gold. There are rows and rows of vegetables Dressed up in fine array. Two servings we must have of them, Two servings every day. Corn, and carrots, baby beets, asparagus as-paragus and beans, Brussels sprouts, and mustard tops and dandelion greens. Next have been gathered in Plums, berries, peaches, rhubarb, pears, And apples in a bin. Jams and jellies catch my eye, And pickles, green and crisp, Tomato juice, and rhubarb juice, And pumpkins all sun-kissed. Up overhead hang rows of meat Smoked hams and bacon strips. Canned chicken from that high top shelf Brings praise from family lips. There's kraut put down in big stone jars. There's milk, and honey sweet. There's butter in round, yellow pats, And flour from home-grown wheat. Round, brown potatoes peep at me. And here and there I see Dried fruits in narrow, golden strings Smiling down at me. My cellar is a treasure house Where I have stored my wealth; Those foods from which to balance meals To guard my family's health. (Submitted by the County Nutrition Nutri-tion Council on Defense.) |