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THE BECKY COLLECTION





My White Speckled Hen ©By Becky

I have a faint memory from long, long ago It is a memory that just wont seem to let go Of a white speckled chicken I had as a pet Can't quite remember but she is there yet She clucks in my mind as if calling my name I seem to remember a chicken quite tame As I sit here images flit throughout my head Of a chicken that used to live out in the shed Memories are stronger the longer that I think O my sweet little chicken, almost on the brink Come a racing back these memories of mine Down through the passages of another time She would follow me where ever I would walk Pecking and clucking, sometimes a squawk Down the road we'd go, to visit with a friend She'd wait outside; they would not let her in She had no manners and always made a mess And rather peck at bugs, for she could care less If a stranger lit, she'd come on the run to see Just a daring anyone to get twixt her and me If you dared to ruffle any feathers on her back Try mess with her darling, and suffer an attack She was a broody hen she'd head right for the leg But as far as I remember she never laid an egg I can remember raising her, from just a little chick Mama let me keep her cause she'd been so sick I fed and carried her everywhere I would go In a sweet little basket with a pretty little bow Everyone would chuckle and say "Oh what a site" It just made me love her more, with all of my might My white speckled chick grew and grew and grew She became a wonder to everyone we knew Perching outside my window each and every day Her clucking sounded as if, come on out and play We were always together never too far apart Something happened that really broke my heart In September the year nineteen forty nine We were separated and the idea wasn't mine My dear Mama could no longer care for me She put me in a home where I didn't want to be At our last Sunday dinner I ate just like a horse Not realizing, my little hen was the second course That is why memories are hidden down so deep Cause if I had known these things all I'd do is weep So please awful memories stay hidden, stay away I'd rather not remember that sad long ago day

belljoye February 22, 1999





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