There once was a chicken farmer
Though not one by birth.
Seems she wanted to acquire land
And build something of worth.
It was not about lifestyle, glamour or greed.
It was all about building a family, growing love and meeting their needs.
The simple life seemed better
Since the city had become too much
About politics, money and living
Life in a speeding rut.
Away she led her family
To the land that was waiting for them.
A vision was beheld by the family
Regardless of those who condemned.
One person’s definition of success
Is never the same as another.
The chicken farmer would not be defined
By the lives of so many others.
Standing strong, they stood as one
In the life they began to sow.
Nothing ever happens overnight
As all great things we have come to know.
Time is an investment of patience
To reap the visions and goals.
But today’s unlikely and simple chicken farmer
Looks ahead for THEIR OWN defined future’s gold.
This poem is dedicated to those family members who choose to scoff and laugh at us who dream of things beyond the definitions of everyday [materialistic] modern life in America - 2007.
The American Dream is just that - our individual dreams. The lives we choose to live, through God's will for our lives, is our choice, our dream. God, our infinite Creator, knows the hopes, dreams and desires of our hearts. My ancestors were among those who established and survived at Jamestown, as well as those who fought and won in the Battle of Bloody Marsh in Coastal Georgia. They came to this vast and unknown wilderness for their American Dream then, and because of their courage and faith, my family is living our American Dream today.
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Well done, my good friend Harriette, well done!