Three Things Being Added To The Backyard (2010)

1. Flowers.
2. Bushes.
3. Chickens.

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Yielding both fresh eggs and a new family pet-

A new trend, that is now being set.

Wednesday Yarn (Eggs)

I like eggs. There are so many ways to fix the things.

To scramble, boil, add to other foods, and to fry, just

for a small list.

 

My grandmother had quite a few chickens on the farm

in which she grew up, and when she got older, that was

the one thing that she yearned for was to have a small

stock of chickens out in the yard. Unfortunately, where

she lived it was not permitted, but she still dreamed

about the thought anyway.

 

It could have been that she really loved the chickens, and

or that it reminded her of an earlier time. We all like to

go back and think of those special moments in our

childhood.

 

There are all kinds of eggs, but the ones we generally think

about are the ones in the hen house. The ones that we buy

at the grocery store. The ones that come in all sizes. The ones

with the yellow yolks.

 

This is the time of the year when a different type of egg is

both bought and brought. The kind that is made and filled

with chocolate. To take it even a step further we are inclined to

go for the chocolate ones with the other types of filling inside.

 

I can vision my grandmother as a child heading out to the hen

house, to gather some eggs for breakfast. More than likely

there would be times when she might drop and break one. To

be more careful next time is what she learned.

 

We’re getting closer each day to the Sunday that the eggs will

change colors, as they would be dyed the night before. To hunt

in the grass, where the special one left them. To crack one open

and eat it, with a piece of candy too. Oh, for the good old days.

 

“Eggs cooked well-

Cracked open or still in the shell.”

Wednesday Yarn (Eggs)

I like eggs. There are so many ways to fix the things.

To scramble, boil, add to other foods, and to fry, just

for a small list.

 

My grandmother had quite a few chickens on the farm

in which she grew up, and when she got older, that was

the one thing that she yearned for was to have a small

stock of chickens out in the yard. Unfortunately, where

she lived it was not permitted, but she still dreamed

about the thought anyway.

 

It could have been that she really loved the chickens, and

or that it reminded her of an earlier time. We all like to

go back and think of those special moments in our

childhood.

 

There are all kinds of eggs, but the ones we generally think

about are the ones in the hen house. The ones that we buy

at the grocery store. The ones that come in all sizes. The ones

with the yellow yolks.

 

This is the time of the year when a different type of egg is

both bought and brought. The kind that is made and filled

with chocolate. To take it even a step further we are inclined to

go for the chocolate ones with the other types of filling inside.

 

I can vision my grandmother as a child heading out to the hen

house, to gather some eggs for breakfast. More than likely

there would be times when she might drop and break one. To

be more careful next time is what she learned.

 

We’re getting closer each day to the Sunday that the eggs will

change colors, as they would be dyed the night before. To hunt

in the grass, where the special one left them. To crack one open

and eat it, with a piece of candy too. Oh, for the good old days.

 

“Eggs cooked well-

Cracked open or still in the shell.”

Wednesday Yarn (Eggs)

I like eggs. There are so many ways to fix the things.

To scramble, boil, add to other foods, and to fry, just

for a small list.

 

My grandmother had quite a few chickens on the farm

in which she grew up, and when she got older, that was

the one thing that she yearned for was to have a small

stock of chickens out in the yard. Unfortunately, where

she lived it was not permitted, but she still dreamed

about the thought anyway.

 

It could have been that she really loved the chickens, and

or that it reminded her of an earlier time. We all like to

go back and think of those special moments in our

childhood.

 

There are all kinds of eggs, but the ones we generally think

about are the ones in the hen house. The ones that we buy

at the grocery store. The ones that come in all sizes. The ones

with the yellow yolks.

 

This is the time of the year when a different type of egg is

both bought and brought. The kind that is made and filled

with chocolate. To take it even a step further we are inclined to

go for the chocolate ones with the other types of filling inside.

 

I can vision my grandmother as a child heading out to the hen

house, to gather some eggs for breakfast. More than likely

there would be times when she might drop and break one. To

be more careful next time is what she learned.

 

We’re getting closer each day to the Sunday that the eggs will

change colors, as they would be dyed the night before. To hunt

in the grass, where the special one left them. To crack one open

and eat it, with a piece of candy too. Oh, for the good old days.

 

“Eggs cooked well-

Cracked open or still in the shell.”

Three Colorful (2016)

1. Rainbows.
2. Easter eggs.
3. Peeps.
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To detect-
The baby chick treat,
that we all expect.

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Ever So Hard-To Write A Greeting Card (18)

Ran out of eggs-

So sending over two large chickens, with skinny legs.

-2016-

(Happy Easter)

NN

The New That Happened To Unfold-From The Old # 114

A long time ago, for payment, chickens
and goats, is what doctors used to acrue-
But nowadays, insurance or cash, is the
direction, that they’d prefer for patients to
head off into.
-2010-

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 907 (Mornings Can Be Hard)

I got up this morning, in full complain-

For starting the day was hard, it was downright insane.

.

First I had to go out and milk the cow-

And, while collecting the eggs, to the chickens, I gave a bow.

.

While cooking the bacon, I cried real hard-

For I knew that Mamoo, the pig, was no longer in the yard.

.

I ironed my dress, until all the wrinkles were gone-

And,  all of the above was done, before the break of dawn.

.

Fooled you, of course, for it did once happen this way-

But, not for me, this morining, in the modern day.

.

Reality is that the coffee was already made-

At the drive thru, with the muffin, sausage, and egg, topgrade.

.

I didn’t meet that oinker, either, that met its’ demise-

Don’t have an inkling of a name, color, or size.

.

And, that clothing, well, I stopped at the cleaner’s yesterday-

All done up for me, well, what else can I say?

.

I got up this morning, in full complain-

For the day was hard, it was downright insane.

-2013-

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Wednesday Yarn (Eggs)

I like eggs. There are so many ways to fix the things.

To scramble, boil, add to other foods, and to fry, just

for a small list.

 

My grandmother had quite a few chickens on the farm

in which she grew up, and when she got older, that was

the one thing that she yearned for was to have a small

stock of chickens out in the yard. Unfortunately, where

she lived it was not permitted, but she still dreamed

about the thought anyway.

 

It could have been that she really loved the chickens, and

or that it reminded her of an earlier time. We all like to

go back and think of those special moments in our

childhood.

 

There are all kinds of eggs, but the ones we generally think

about are the ones in the hen house. The ones that we buy

at the grocery store. The ones that come in all sizes. The ones

with the yellow yolks.

 

This is the time of the year when a different type of egg is

both bought and brought. The kind that is made and filled

with chocolate. To take it even a step further we are inclined to

go for the chocolate ones with the other types of filling inside.

 

I can vision my grandmother as a child heading out to the hen

house, to gather some eggs for breakfast. More than likely

there would be times when she might drop and break one. To

be more careful next time is what she learned.

 

We’re getting closer each day to the Sunday that the eggs will

change colors, as they would be dyed the night before. To hunt

in the grass, where the special one left them. To crack one open

and eat it, with a piece of candy too. Oh, for the good old days.

 

“Eggs cooked well-

Cracked open or still in the shell.”

Letter To The Editor (Chickens)

It was a little piece of land. It looked odd in the modern

day, but at one time it was and is still a very special place

to me.

 

It was where my grandmother lived. In a single wide trailer

on a highway outside of New Orleans. All one had to do to

reach the Mississippi River is to cross the highway and walk

for a whole ten minutes.

 

The trailer is gone and so are the flowers and plants that she

cared for on her porch. I can remember when she used her

washing machine, and then would hang up her clothes on

a mini clothesline out in the yard.

 

This was near the small garden that she tended to that

consisted of collard greens. I remember picking them with

her and she would then cook them. Never tasted better.

Now that was truly homegrown.

 

If only she had been able to have some small chickens in

the yard. I heard her talk about that often. It reminded

her of her younger days, when she grew up on the farm.

 

I didn’t grow up on a farm, but that little piece of land

certainly does remind me of some former good days.

Ones that give me a warm feeling.

 

“Back in the day-

Grandmother made memories that

to this day are welcome to stay.”

 

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