Chicken Dinner 

At the time it seemed like a normal thing

When my mother said “chicken for dinner”,

We knew it’d be good, whatever she’d cook

And chicken was always a winner!

She was a farm wife who always made do

Farm fresh was an ordinary thing,

Two gardens and livestock, eggs and fruit too

From the field to the table she’d bring.

But this Sunday dinner stuck out in my mind

When she picked up her axe and she left

Off to the hen house—to get a fresh bird

They were hers so it wasn’t really theft.

She plucked it clean and found an egg,

That would have been laid the next day,

I can still see her smile as she set it aside…

Kill two birds with one stone was her way!

So now when one asks for “farmfresh” do they know

What is really behind their fresh meal?

It could not have been fresher back in the day,

Farm fresh was the daily real deal!