Thank You Poem by cheryl davis miller

Thank You Lord, for the enjoyment,
of watching my little white hens.
Eating those rotten tomatoes
and the much over ripe melons.

Stretching thier wings and long legs
playing tag with crickets and bugs.
Going through molt, in September;
yard looks like a fluffy white rug.

I sometimes forget while busy
to just stop and enjoy my day.
Thanks, for bringing it back to me,
that's all, that I wanted to say.

c.d.m. 9 -8-10