"Muscle Cranked!"

By, Cheryl Harwell Bailey

 My husband cranked the ice cream until sweat 
poured down his handsome face, 
then kept on cranking with his strong arms.

"Grandfather" I can do it awhile" said Conner, 
"Me too" replied Caeden.
 "Okay boys, come on & crank awhile," he puffed.

 As the ice cream hardened little by little
 the boys caved in, needing Grandfather to continue.
 Finally it was time to lift the ice cold steel container
 out of the ice & rock salt filled, wooden bucket.
 As Randall takes the lid off the cylinder,
 pulls the ice cream saturated paddle out,
 Caeden quickly grabs it and runs.

"Does anything taste so sublime
 on a sizzling hot afternoon?" I ask
 as I spoon out this blessed summer memory.