How You Fit in the Plan


The cover photo on this page is a photo of a rooster crossing a bridge with hens awaiting. (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)

For this contest you will think about the perennial question “Why did the chicken cross the road?” For this photo it would be the bridge. Your poem can be any poetic form and style. Explanation about your poem is permissible. Photos with your post will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem. Comments being counted begins on September 1st , 9:30pm if this event was posted earlier than stated date/time.

Contest will be from September 1st until September 8th, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.

Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win. Administrators can like your poems but their comments do not count.

A new prompt will be posted every week. Winner will be posted on the main group page:


Rooster boy crossed the road

He’d seen his shadow and ran

He’d never been alone enough

He dived right for the dam.


Beautiful chicks had followed him

Clucking in his delight

But then one day a coyote showed

And Rooster took off in fright.


He never took the time to look

He never learned how to grow

He thought his job here on earth

Was to strut, to mate, to glow.


But when the shadow and coyote came

And he saw where he had run

He felt his heart sink to its low

He wanted to pull out a gun.


While floating in the water

He had a vision or two

His granny came to see him

And show him a different view.


She told him he wasn’t a chicken

She explained about his breed

She fed him food for thought

She gave him all he’d need.


He marched out from the water

He boldly took a stand

He walked back to his home land

Stood tall;  he looked so grand.


The moral of this story

Is easier than you may think

It’s not about your color

It’s not about your wink.


It’s all about your outlook

How you fit in the plan

You do for others and love them

You stand strong upon the land.

Written by,

Terry  Shepherd