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:
WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD
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.