The Turkey Farmer

Christine Crowley By Christine Crowley, 4th Mar 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

When I was a teenager, a friend had an uncle who raised turkeys on his farm. They were such ugly birds - even though they are tasty on Thanksgiving.

The Turkey Farmer

When I was a teen I got to know,
A turkey farmer who did grow,
Turkeys to sell throughout the land,
So Thanksgiving Day we will command.

He had so many turkey birds,
They had no names which I thought absurd,
Hundreds of them were inside,
And they did in this barn abide.

They lived for just a few short years,
And then on tables, they would appear.
I felt so sorry for these guys,
That they could not play at all outside.

Even though they're ugly birds,
And live to die, I did concur.
They make a tasty meal for me,
That turkey I always love to see.

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Animals, Poetry, Turkey Habits, Turkeys, Turkeys For Sale, Turkeys To Eat

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author avatar Christine Crowley
I am retired from a community college and working part-time. I've always loved to write and find it rewarding.

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author avatar Buzz
5th Mar 2012 (#)

Yummy turkey. First time I've seen a white one. Lovely poem, Christine.

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author avatar Christine Crowley
5th Mar 2012 (#)

Thank you, Buzz!

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author avatar Delicia Powers
10th Mar 2012 (#)

So elegant in its truth your poetry Christine!

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author avatar Christine Crowley
10th Mar 2012 (#)

Happy turkey!

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