Friday, November 6, 2009

A Poem


I wasn't going to blog,

Feeling quite down and in a fog.

Leave it to a hen,

To make me smile again.

I found my first egg today,

Laying there in a bed of hay.

The weight on my shoulder,

That felt like a boulder,

Just up and went away.
Does anyone notice something different about this picture?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

There is a turtle under the hen.

Tiffany said...

umm. It's a rooster? There's a ghost in your henhouse? It has orange hair like our boys? (-; There's no chicken crap and concrete where your hens lay?

pshepherd said...

I love your poem and I'm so happy that you got an egg. I love you, Mom