to an old chicken coop, where roosters crows echo in my mind,
amid the laughter of Alice, my neighbor, weathered well,
who worked harder than a man, witnessed by the tales she’d tell,
From dawn to dusk her garden and chickens were her showcase,
Relying only on rain, stored in a cattle tank to beat drought’s despair,
I have forever this woman locked in my heart who is so rare.
For no alarm clock I needed to get me out of bed those days through each call
As the roosters cock-a-doodle-do penetrated my bedroom’s ever hearing wall
The building still stands like a guardian over the memories I hold in my heart,
Through the window, remember the scenes that never will part.