Farm Morning


Walk in dew-soaked grass to the hen house.
Lift the door latch.
Chickens come squeaking
Out to catch bugs in the morning shade.
I chose a place in the sun,
On the stump by the water pump.
A smell of fresh turned earth
And freshly mown grass meets me.
I stop to break stalks of asparagus. 
Creamed soup for supper. 

Published by Elece

I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.

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