|Reviewed by A PAX
|What beautiful birds
I have seen these types yrs ago, when my daughter as a little one, went on a class trip to a farm. I had no idea chikens came in such an assortment. My mind was accostomed to the white, cock a doodle doo type of cartoons lol
Beautiful birds indeed
I can see how lovely it must have been to relate to them as pets. What a delight. The connection between any animal and ourselves is such a rush!!! I think we are privilidged by those connections.
A few yrs ago, a baby blue jay fell out of his nest and into my garden, it could not fly. But somehow wound up on the top of a garbage can i had in the back of the garden for weeding. My kids protected it for 3 days from hungry cats, as did its mother. We even have a picture of it some place. But alas one night at 3am, the cats, got past the mom, and we didn't wake up in time to help.
We mourned that little bird...
so i can understand your feelings
take care.........pax A
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|Dear Sharon, it's very evident you are your father's daughter. Excellent poem, love holly|
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|Sharon this is great, I enjoyed reading this
|Reviewed by Jackie Coupe
|I can't believe you are going to ruin Kentucky Fried for me by personalising a couple of chucks.
Although havhing said that, I often wondered where to find a chicken like 'Belina' in return to Oz.
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|If I lived near you I'd locate these two, or as near a likeness as possible, and sit them on your lawn for a huge surprise. I adore this fun write.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Well you have resurrected a smile from me, this I find to be quite humorous and memorable...Ed|
|Reviewed by Leland Waldrip
|Great poem, Sharon. The birds in the pic remind me of a breed of chicken my grandfather had. He called them "Domineccars" (sp.?).
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|They sound like marvelous Dumpies, Sharon.
PS Time Bandits is a marvelous movie!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
This is precious: the love you hold for what many would consider insignificant creatures shines through in beautiful lines: well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Is that resurection hoped for after lunch, and soup....|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Awwww...reminded me of my very own poem on the "chook" side...go check it out at
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Brings back a lot of memories of my grandfathers farm when I was young and every where you looked in the barnyard there were chickens, as a city kid I thought they were great, threw then seed and they gave back eggs.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Seems the more I read of you Sharon, the more I see the kindred spirit you have with your Father. Blessings ...
Light and Wisdom ...
|Reviewed by Approximately Naive
|Awwww, and I remember the day we went to collect them from the family in the village. Winston and Stru'ar (Here!Vermin will you stop eeeeeeeeeeating?)joined the other two and the hopalong cockerel, Frankie who only half Avaloned each morning.
You have packed their lives into few but nevertheless widescreen phrases. Your original poetic style is emerging in the name of quality.
'Please God, a resurrection!'
Excellent, stylish finish that underscores your affection even for the most humblest of creatures. As Grouncho once said, 'That's the stuff, shows you've got a good spirit.' We can only nod silently in agreement.
|Reviewed by Susan Linehan (Reader)
|What a cute poem, you seem to have loved your hens very much. I presume the accompanying picture shows Dumpies. You are a very talented young lady, I look forward to reading more of your work.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|This is delightful. No matter what many think, chickens do have character and personality. Thank you for sharing, Sharon. Love and peace to you,