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| Roseburg, Oregon, January 2010 |
I finally found
Where my Friend had moved
This bend around
to Fat Hen Farm.
Cheek to cheek
Happy tears rolled down
Our warm weathered hands
Clasped together now.
Come see this here
And come see that
We romped her grounds
'Til our mud boots then sat.
To tea, to talk
Once more, together
Just we two old hens
Birds of a feather.
My only correction would be: Two Beautiful, Full of Life Hens. Older? Yes. Wiser? Absolutely! But Old Hens does not do you lovely ladies justice.
ReplyDeleteHave a marvelous time, Mary friend. Hi, Jody!
Love,
Di