Once there was.. a naughty little chicken,
he went out without mommy hen.
Hopped on ground, ran on the grass
very much enjoyed going around flowers.
He liked playing and running alone,
chicken felt like boss of his own.
He went here, he went there,
and roamed around every where.
While roaming around ,
naughty chicken found,
that east or west
'Home is the best'!!
-Aunt Mary
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he went out without mommy hen.
Hopped on ground, ran on the grass
very much enjoyed going around flowers.
He liked playing and running alone,
chicken felt like boss of his own.
He went here, he went there,
and roamed around every where.
While roaming around ,
that east or west
'Home is the best'!!
-Aunt Mary
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The Lucky Ring ( Rhyme)
Please Don't Fight ( Rhyme)
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cute story
ReplyDeleteHi Adam,
DeleteThanks a lot, I am glad that you liked the poem. :)
Indeed there is no place like home. :)
ReplyDeleteDear Balqis,
DeleteYes Home, sweet home! :)
Thanks for visiting. :)
Sweet story:)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much dear Joy! :)
DeleteI love this tale, Auntie!
ReplyDeleteI cannot call home any special place, now, but that gives me the whole world as my home
Very cute the chicken showing East and West! :))
Hi Od Liam,
DeleteI am really happy that you liked this post! :)
Having the whole world as your home would be great and a wonderful experience. :)
Oh yes I love that chicken too.
Thanks a lot for the visit and read Od! :))
Always true to me... there's no place like home!!!
ReplyDeleteHi Ric,
DeleteYes you are absolutely right!
Thanks for the visit and read. :)
beautiful poems
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Mohan :)
DeleteWherever you end up in life and regardless to how much fun you are having, you usually have a fond memory of being at home, and it's always the best place to be comfortable in. Lovely poem Aunt Mary.
ReplyDeleteHi R.P.D,
DeleteYes! No matter how much fun you have at any particular place but after some time you start missing your home and when you reach there you are relieved and most comfortable.
I am glad that you liked the poem! :))
As always, love your poem, Aunt Mary! The best part is, many a times I can relate myself to your poetry :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Vinamra, I am happy that you could relate with my poems. God bless you :)
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