Home Made Soup

... the farmer's lament

by Carol Nelson

My daughter brought me soup she made
Of hens she raised
From chix,
Of carrots, 'taters and
Celery mix,
Of salty tears that I
Cannot fix.

The butcher delivered said chickens after a decent
mourning period.  They died as they lived: Poultry.

February 7, 2014

You can search below for any word or words in all issues of the Melrose Mirror.
| Return to section | The Front Page | Write to us |

Write to us