This poem came out of the June 19, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by
rix_scaedu. You can explore
Swedish flower hens and
pytt i panna online. This poem belongs to the Hart's Farm series, for which more information appears on the
Serial Poetry page.
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And I like the flowers at the end. :)
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They like to find warm places, or hidden places, which can sometimes be pesky. But when they're free-range you don't have to feed them much grain and they eat pests.
>> And I like the flowers at the end. :) <<
The art of happiness lies in seeing the beauty around you, even when you're looking for some other thing.
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A bunch of people working on a farm, living together, none of them wearing deodorant, and all really needing it. And in the summer - ugh!
A girl climbing into a manure pile and stirring the shit around while wearing her GOOD sweater. I've taught laundry programs to Girl Scouts. Cleaning clothes is HARD work, and when your wool sweater smells like shit, super UGH.
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There's a name for my favorite breakfast! Yay! I make hash browns with onions and ham, and put fried egg on top, I just called it breakfast.
I love this series.
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So did we. I needed a broom to fend him off when I went to gather eggs. He was, at the time, nearly as tall as I was.
>> There's a name for my favorite breakfast! Yay! I make hash browns with onions and ham, and put fried egg on top, I just called it breakfast. <<
There are many breakfast skillet dishes, tasty things.
>> I love this series. <<
Thank you! I'm happy to hear that.
Feel free to request more at any relevant prompt call. Next up is the crowdfunding Creative Jam on March 19-20 with a theme of "characterization."
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