The Old Man Down The Road Poem by Kelly Zion

with the dog named, 'Bingo'
and the rooster on his shoulder
would let us com over
to give us chicken eggs.
It was a long way to walk
but definitely worth the walk
to the old man's house.
Mom let me carry the eggs in my dress
(well, a bunch of them anyway)
she trusted me
to keep them safe and sound;
little speckled eggs,
and blue and green and brown
we'd incubate
and raise them in the house.

I love all chickens now
it was the old man down the road
who first started me out.