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Shannon Kozniuk Poem
Sandy woke at the break of dawn,
When the rooster crowed his morning song,
Up she jumped and quickly she ran.
"Is today the day ? " her thoughts began.
There was her father, she stood at his feet,
She let out a sigh as he started to speak
" I'm sorry hun " he started to say.
" It's coming soon, but today's not the day"
So off she went , to start with her chores.
A day on the farm is never a bore.
To the chicken coupe where she hoped they did lay,
So they could have eggs for breakfast that day.
But as she approached , what did she find,
Not a single egg, came from their behind.
Not to fret as she started to sing.
Thinking chickens like music and eggs they will bring.
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All of a sudden she heard a soft cluck.
And there were 5 eggs, she quickly did pluck.
" Thankyou dear Chickens , now tomorrow same time! "
" And maybe I'll sing you a favorite of mine "
The rest of the day she could think just one thing.
" I wonder just what tomorrow will bring".
Off then to bed , and while dreaming bout' the morn,
Wasn't to long before she ran to the door.
He just shook his head, with a heartbroken face,
Then she walked away ,without any race.
Off to the ducks later that day.
Letting them roam and pick up the hay.
But as she was counting , one was not there.
She frantically looked, as this brought her a scare.
" Where did you go ? " she asked curiously
And just as she questioned, he came waddling furiously.
One purple duck came dripping by.
Brought Sandy to laughter and to a near cry.
" What in the world happened to you "
Then she spotted a pail of purple beet juice.
He had jumped in , and coloured his feathers.
Now he was purple and slightly embarrassed .
Night came to play , and she glanced at the sky.
Just in time for a shooting star to fly by.
Only one wish came to her mind.
She finished " ... And, If for tomorrow , that would really be kind "
She climbed into bed , and to her surprise.
He awoke her that night, with excited eyes.
"It's happening now, come on, and hurry!"
Still In her pajamas, she made off in a scurry.
It was finally time, she ran to her horse.
Already in labour....and, a bit out of sorts.
Her father assisted, Sandy watched with glee.
Softly assuring" Your doing great, Daisy "
Baby "Violet" was born, unproportioned and clumsy,
"Oh Dad, she's perfect, I am so happy "
Violet grew up , beautiful as the sun..
"Daisy" was proud, you could tell by her run.
Sandy cherishes always that day in her heart.
And reminds everyone...always wish on a star.
The End
Copyright © Shannon Kozniuk | Year Posted 2018
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