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Sitting in the barnyard,
Listening
to the rooster crow,
Looking at the
garden,
Hoping it will grow.
Hens are
scratching,
Looking for something to
eat,
Hogs are wallowing in mire,
They’ll
make some fine meat.
Cows stopping to chew
their cud,
While grazing in the field,
The
calves are feeling frisky,
In this early
morning, chill.
The colts are lying
around,
The horse is munching on
hay,
Filling his belly in
preparation,
There’s a field to plow today.
I’ll go see if I can
gather,
A few eggs from the nest,
Littered
with feathers from the hens,
Sitting, as
though, at rest.
An old setting hen
squawks,
When her nest I pass, near,
She
will fly into a rage,
If I stop and tarry
here.
The old yeller dog comes
yapping,
To greet me this early morn,
‘Tis
something he has done,
Since that ole dog was
born.
Gayle Davis
©9~28~2001
Website
Scripture From: Genesis 1
And God
created every winged
fowl and his kind And
God said,
Let the earth bring forth
the
living creature after his kind,
and
God saw that it was good
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