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Friday, April 8, 2016

POEM #8- BYGONES

April is National Poetry Month. For the past four years, I have joined my friend Mary Lee, at POETREPOSITORY and YEAR OF READING in writing a poem every day for a month. This year, Mary Lee's theme is BYGONES. She has selected thirty vintage photographs from a collection she found at her mom's house in Burlington, Colorado, and is writing from one photograph every day. I'm not sure if I will write from Mary Lee's photographs every day, or if I will see if I can find some of my own. For the past few years, we have been joined by several other amazing poets- Kevin Hodgson and Steve Peterson




"Feeding Time" 

my chickens wait 
by the gate
knowing
if they are patient
I will scatter corn
across the ground 
in haphazard flings
they are much
more patient
than the hungry children
waiting
at my 
dining room 
table.

Is it any wonder
I choose 
to feed 
the chickens 
first? 

(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016

4 comments:

Dogtrax said...

Mom always did
like the chickens better
than us
and who can blame her
now that I have my own
crows at the dinner table?

--Kevin
:)

Mary Lee said...

Yes, I can totally see why the speaker would feed the chickens first!!

Anonymous said...

Love the connections between these chickens and the family inside. I wonder if, sometimes, these chores were a welcome relief from the rest of life that waited inside!

Thanks!

Ramona said...

Reading your poem I pictured my grandmother feeding the chickens, apron pulled up and filled with seed. It's been 50+ years since I was at the farm with her, but the scene is forever impressed in my memory.