The Max~Flash 55

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The little chicks that I saw today went to the extremes of perseverance to follow their mother. After helping them down off the curb, I walked further thinking about the lessons that those hatchlings had taught me. I keep going.

two yellow chicks

peep a cry to mom

the sun is bright


© Carol Campbell

Imaginary Garden
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Kerry is in the Garden and asks us to write 55 words of prose or poetry for Flash-55 with the added challenge of somehow including extremes in our flash. Thank you, Kerry!

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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23 thoughts on “The Max~Flash 55”

  1. Cute chickens, clever haibun, Carol. The prose, plus the picture, reminded me of our visit to Key West (florida) where chickens are a “protected species” and are roaming all over the island. Just think what all inspiration you would find for writing. E.g. Earnest Hemmingway.

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