Wednesday, March 18, 2009


Guess I'm on a sort of memory kick. You know, as we grow older we cling to our memories and just remembering them can be a comfort. For whatever reason I got to thinking about one of my favorite books as a child. The golden books were very popular back then and they were always easy to spot on the bookshelf because they all had a metallic gold binding. One of my favorite stories was the story of the Little Red Hen. No matter how many times I heard it, I always fell in love with it all over again. It's simple really. The Little Red Hen wanted to make some bread but in order to do that she had to start by planting the seeds, tending them and watching them grow, harvesting the wheat, grinding it into flour, and finally baking the bread. Through the entire process she asked her friends for help but they were always too busy. You remember the story don't you? Well, I wrote a little poem that tells the story in poetic form as I remember it. Hopefully, it'll bring the memory of this story and it's lesson back for you, too.

By Patty Lynn

When I was just a little girl
The world was sweeter then.
My mama read to me each night
My fav’rite book, Red Hen.

It told of how she asked her friends
For help along the way,
From planting seeds to harvesting,
Until that special day…

That she combined ingredients
To make a loaf of bread.
How then her friends were int'rested
In helping Little Red.

And when the bread was baked & sliced
Her friends thought they would eat,
But Little Red would not allow…
Her friends to take a seat…

And sample her delicious bread
She’d worked so hard to make.
Where were her friends when she began?
Nowhere, for heaven’s sake!

So Little Red sat down alone
And savored every bite
Because of all the work it took,
Her bread tasted just right.

I loved the story mama read
To put me down to sleep,
Though I was young and didn’t know
The lesson it would teach.

But looking back from here I see
The message loud and clear:
If you want to enjoy the end,
Then make the effort, dear!

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