The chickens cackle when I say
I’m baking bread from scratch
“You don’t know Scratch!
you bought that flour
from far-off, unknown ground
and where’d you find the salt?”
The roosters crow
“Oh Revelry!”
such tastiness we’ve found!”
they scratch and summon, loud and proud
the yard and woods a smorgasbord
“Such clever birds are we!”
The chickens haven’t lost the knack
of making eggs from scratch
(or surrendering to the luxury
of a leisurely mid-day dust bath
in the hollow of the toppled oak
or singing soft on the front porch of an evening.)
The chickens know
the chickens show me
scratch into This Earth
sow the seeds to feed yourself
(yes, even you, forgetful human)
Food comes from the Ground!
Free Range Rodeo 
I just revisited the video of NotBowie giving me the gears the other day (remember that one forgetful human)… it sure made me smile. no Scratch that… giggle… a LOT
I liked “Scratch”. I left chicken behind a long time ago, but it was good to revisit the saucy things.
Love all your writings — sooooo good!
LOve it! Love all your “stuff”!
Hello, Wonder Woman!
It’s been so nice reading your blogs and knowing you are now settled into rural home life.
“Scratch” is a lovely prose, keep on writing!
Your friend in Llano, Deidre Deidre (Dee) Guernsey Art Photography
>________________________________ > From: Free Range Rodeo >To: digitaldee3@yahoo.com >Sent: Thursday, May 8, 2014 6:13 AM >Subject: [New post] Scratch > > > > WordPress.com >Gryph Rhydr posted: ” The chickens cackle when I say I’m baking bread from scratch “You don’t know Scratch! you bought that flour from far-off, unknown ground and where’d you find the salt?” The roosters crow “Oh Revelry!” such tastiness we’ve found!” they scratch” >
Cocks crow in this town
and in all the towns around,
but only one of them
can make the sun come up.
(Dick Barnes)