A Time for All Seasons

[caption id="attachment_484" align="alignnone" width="300"] Waiting for the Ferry[/caption]

Once Appointed Unto Man

Once there was a rooster and a hen

Who had three little chicks (children)

The rooster flew off to parts unknown

And the strong little hen had

To rear the three chicks on her own.

Though it was not the custom for chickens

To follow one another in a line

The hen taught her little chicks to walk like

The ducks, in a straight line

And the rest of the barnyard told the little hen

That she was raising her chicks just fine.

Time passed, which is what time was given to do

And the little chicks had broods of their own

And the old hen was all alone.

Her chicks gathered at her coop when they could

And remembered her on special days

Just like good little chickens should.

Then came the day that the old hen walked no more

And the little chicks with their broods came

To see her off to that other shore.

Time passed, which is what time was given to do

And the oldest chick who used to walk right behind his mother

Crossed the river to go and stay with the little hen

And the two chicks left, each went their own way

Though the youngest tried to walk

Like it had been taught to do.

The day came when the youngest chick saw

That the chick that she used to walk behind

Was gazing across the river to where the hen

And the oldest chick did now reside

And one day soon, the youngest chick knew

That the chick that she used to walk behind

Would cross that river, too.

Three little chicks used to walk in a line

One has departed and another most gone

Following a well-laid out henpecked line.

Have courage, little chick, you will be just fine

If the day comes that you are left all alone

Just you follow the henpecked line.

 

Doing What I Can, While I Can Because I Care,

Alma L. Stepping On Jones