Long Chooks Poems
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Two defining features
set man apart from sheep
And every other creature
that fly or swim or creep
Have you ever seen an animal
that daily cooks its chow
Humans are the only ones
be it vegies chooks or cow
A magpie with a microwave
that really is a laugh
To eat a roasted worm or two
not ever cut in half
And what is the outcome
of all this processed junk
The plastic fills the oceans
and the land is full of gunk
Sickest of them all
is the man who makes the mess
Disregarding all the species
he couldn't care much less
Is extinction on the cards
for all that does exist
Try hard to treat the world with love
don't be a pessimist
Last Saturday, my husband and I went for a ride,
To enjoy the sunshine and the countryside.
First, we stopped to eat:
What a treat...
The place we chose was not posh,
You could not find much better nosh.
Homegrown salad greens sold there,
Homemade Pies, excellent fare,
New laid eggs from their chooks
I think Paree is where they get their cooks.
Not a sign of show or glitter,
And you would not need a babysitter,
Children are welcome with open arms,
This place is full of ambience and charm,
It is also a fodder store
And an old Post office and there is much more
To this rustic retreat.
It has history and character,
That would be hard to beat.
Friendly staff, efficient too.
Their priority is looking after you.
All-natural, wholesome and clean,
Somethings today that is seldom seen
Our granddaughters breed chickens,
On their property
They are not for finger-licking
Nor bred for KFC.
They are all unusual,
Superior, elite,
They strut around the property,
On their spotlessly clean feet
Our granddaughters love them dearly,
And they all have posh names,
You can see very clearly,
That they are individual, not the same.
Some stay cute and fluffy,
Even when they are old
Some are vain and huffy,
Who think their feathers are tinged with gold
They are fussy about who they mix with
Those chooks that don't come up to scratch,
Imagine being called a chook.
Who could possibly live with that?
But...
These maiden hens don't rule the roost,
Although most think they should
They don't have the right equipment,
And so there is no way that they could.
Enter the Cockerel
The ruler of the roost
King of the hen house
Whose ego needs a boost
A Magnificent bird
Handsome and huge in every way.
He wears a coat of many colours,
And has come out to play.
The hen maidens get eggcited,
When this gorgeous fowl they see
Silently, they gather round.
Thinking, will he choose me?
While enjoying this adoration
His Highness surveyed the scene,
Was this his imagination
Or were they the purest birds he'd seen?
He set to work eventually,
Impregnating everyone.
Our Granddaughters were overjoyed.
And all agreed it was a job well done!
The chooks in the morning,
Up as early as the sun,
For a full day of eating, exploring,
A full day of fun,
The cow is loudly mooing,
As the sun shines through the blinds,
Her calves' cute frolicking,
Fills everyone's minds,
The ducks loud quacking,
As they rush out of their shed,
But one stays behind,
With her eggs on her bed,
The guinea pigs hiding,
As he gets his morning food,
Come back in three hours,
and it will all be chewed,
The gardens slowly growing,
As all the plants thrive,
The bees happily pollinate,
It's produce keeps us alive,
Our farm continues to flourish,
And grow, and grow, and grow,
The progress is beautiful,
Even if it's slow.
As I sat on the plane, flying through the sky
I knew there would be heartache, but I didn't question why
Together Mike and me, had made this choice
To bring home 3 kids, we obeyed an inner voice
We took this option, though we were rather old
We brought them home, so their story could unfold
We knew it wouldn't be easy, with each damaged little heart
It certainly wasn't breezy, but it was a chance to restart
We gave them freedom and we gave them rules
We gave them love and taught not to be fools
we showed them love of nature, let them dance in the rain
In the hope that it would heal all the damage and the pain
We gave them compassion and we fed them well
Fresh food from the garden, good health they could smell
They learned to care for animals, ducks and chooks
How to milk a cow and a love of reading books
We encouraged being artistic and taught them to be kind
we gave the chance to mend their battered little mind
I'm so proud of these babies as 8 years have gone by
Though I'm often tired and cranky, I still don't question why