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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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chicken coop surprises two cultures, diverging a sophisticate merging with a country boy, fine and in a sweep find one mind to mine a hearth, a home, in love, one’s worth, two to culture emerging birth ~*~ children born in LA land but country in boy soon demanded a change of scene and for the wife a need from city’s busy strife ~*~ from some hundred of thousands to three hundred or so, this little family went to grow in smallish town where dirt was black and concrete was something they could lack, where trees were meant for climbing, and a man could grow a corn crop stand then children could breathe clean air when life was good, children could bare small behinds in pools ~*~ it was here in dirt and glow of a tomorrow’s dream come gold as health returned without wealth and love careened from kitchen shelf, where children ran as free as hens and a rooster thought anything unpenned was his to master, the cock was he, a master at disparity, for he tried to rule the roost until from dad’s boot he got a boost ~*~ dinner, he became ~*~ now, a little head of gold is peeking from the chicken’s home, atop a roof, in hide and seek, a game that’s been played this long summer’s week and she is ollie ollie oxen free, down she goes to be freed of time she spent upon a roof upon her landing expels a whoof… of air, for through sneakers sneaks a nail from overturned board, in a wail she runs in terror, the shriek of fear is met at its peak ~*~ fear is trembling through her leg as red veins appear in ragged edge, sitter knows not what to do but little girl says “a tourniquet, do please put one on” from her childhood comes a lesson learned from a group that’s come into her home, and she breathes in that sense of drum, a beat she has willed to come, a thing, wohelo, a chant she sings soon, telephone rings, mother on her way the doctor will come on too, the girl knows, she senses her worth, she is not through on this earth she still has things left to do wohelo still comes through wohelo chants her brain ~*~ some may know of the gift that given, keeps some of us still living a sense of worth upon this earth, Wohelo, a gift of birth now the chicken coop saga ends a matter of timing gone wrong when she stepped down upon a nail but found where she belonged… [This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 08-07-2001).] |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Wohelo, Sunshine...you have given me goose bumps with this lovely story...thank you!! |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Now you know I absolutely adored this right? I printed it out and will read it again in the morning! A lovely little dittie this was for sure. It truly made me  ~ To see real beauty you must look with your heart ~ |
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paladin
since 2001-08-05
Posts 930Pensacola,Fl. |
You have touched the heart of a person raised on a farm.Do you remember walking bare foot in the chicken yard?There are no words to discribe the feeling of stepping in chicken poop. paladin |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Wohelo indeed... and a cock-a-doodle-doo to you as well - This is cluckin' awesome...  |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Karilea- Wow! I absolutely love this! Wonderful and powerful write, my friend! hugs, ~vicky "...until you have read the verse on his |
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