Marilyn Lott

Gold Star - 9,305 Points (5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

The Chicken House - Poem by Marilyn Lott

When I was a little girl about five
We bought baby chickens so small
Kept them warm by the wood stove
We could hardly hear them at all.

Just sweet little peeping sounds
I loved to sit on the floor by them
Cuddled up together they were
Each one was a golden gem.

But they grew very fast it seemed
When the warm weather was here
They had to go to the chicken house
Then I had a bit of a nagging fear.

For something could happen to them
So I would sit there quiet as a mouse
Oh, how memories pop up sometimes
Of my visits long at the chicken house.

Topic(s) of this poem: childhood

Comments about The Chicken House by Marilyn Lott

  • Kim Barney (11/10/2015 3:58:00 PM)

    Cute poem and cute picture. We used to have trouble with weasels getting into the chicken house. (And foxes, too.) (Report) Reply

    Marilyn Lott (11/11/2015 7:34:00 PM)

    Thank you for your comment, so glad you enjoyed my poem. Chickens can get into trouble!

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  • Spock The Vegan (11/10/2015 9:29:00 AM)

    Nice poem. Old memories are great aren't they? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 10, 2015

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