by Ruth Wise
I heard about this piece of New Hampshire folklore from my Mum, who heard about it from my grandmother- then last year I found an online story that verified it all. Near this little town there was a boulder where someone had pained “I love you chicken farmer” back in the 70s. Then new owners moved it and the writing got removed…until someone snuck over in the middle of the night to write “chicken farmer, I still love you,” and I thought, that’s terrific.
Composed in 2014.



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