Exceptional A little boy's chore was to feed the chickens Book of Poems With Maggiejo Chapter 8: The Interlocker by maggieJo Tell A Story In A Poem contest entry This truth happening, I dedicate to my husband as

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ABOUT MAGGIEJO  maggiejo is a Mother of five grown children, Grandmother of 12 grown children and Great Grandmother of l6 children ages 6 months thru 42 years of age. She is a retired school teacher, Sunday School teacher and retired music teacher (beginning organ). At the present age of 84 she is very active with oil painting, and flying here and there to visit her family. She died at one time, left her body, experienced another place of profound quiet and peace, was quickly resuscitated and is now enjoying a new field of writing. She has written volumes of 'history' of her life as a child and as a married lady, mother, Grandmother and Great Grandmother. She looks forward to her writings being published under the title of "MEMORIES OF SIXTY FIVE YEARS PLUS" The Seal of Quality committee has rewarded her with 1 seals. Portfolio | Become A Fan I watched him, observed him, his feet planted hard, As he went down that walk in our old backyard. The look on his face--he was set to stand firm No hint of his being a weak tremb-ling worm. The myst-ry was more than I felt I could bear There was reason for doing this, I was aware. But wait was just all that I really could do. I was fully curious with thoughts through and through. Could not up and ask him, it seemed to intrude On intent concern and his determined mood. Now all of a sudden he stopped at the gate. There wasn't a sign he was going to wait. What was he doing? Was he going in there? I'd not say a word, but would just stand and stare. He entered and out of the blue was attacked. He did not have help--used the bucket he packed He swung round that pail without breaking his stride There didn 't seem a safe place for him to go hide Now gripping the handle, he dealt a hard blow. So serious and mad, as he aimed at his foe Using his feet at who bothered his mission, Silently sending him vic-try and wishin', That I could go help him? I had a clear thought, No, I was no match for this foe that he fought. They jostled and tussled, they went round and round Was startled and scared of the strange eerie sound. Surprised at him yelling--what he was saying? I don't believe as he fought he was praying! "I'll feed the hens, you won't be there to fight me You crow and you strut now but then we will see Just charge and enjoy it, for I'll be the winner, No spurs and no beak when Mom serves you for dinner!" Recognized The book continues with Heart Embrace. We will provide a link to it when you review this below. Share your own writing! - Information on our membership for writers. Author Notes I would loved to have been there while Richard fought that rooster as he, each day, went in to feed the flock. Richard, aged six and small built, didn't realize that roosters love to fight and probably looked forward to the kicking spurring contest each time this "fighting companion" came into the pen. I wonder if he didn't have an amused audience from the house as he went through this ritual each day. Richard said, "Every time I kicked him away from me he came back for more!" Poor scared, determined, little, boy. Pays one point and 2 member cents.

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