1 Rooster and some Hens
and on the day the meat ran low
She took Rooster's bride of the day
grabbed Henny by the neck and swung
round and round until it was wrung
then feathers pulled and yanked
into the pot that chicken sank
she claimed that night
as Rooster stood upon a stump and sighed
looking in at the table trying not to cry
as He stared at a plate of that day's bride.
My great-grandma Beulah once told us stories of how good we have it. At 19, in the 1920's she married my great-grandfather and they raised chickens, killed chickens and ate chickens, made butter and bread and did what we would have to do if we didn't have the good-ol-grocery store. I am so thankful for the Grocery store. . .
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