Saturday, July 29, 2017

A poem for "A glance at narrative"

A man and his favorite pig 

 Trudging along the long dry dirt road 
Scarred with ruts made by farmers 
On rainy days they were barely passable 
Almost tripped, him with shouldered pig 

 The pig was his best friend but sell her
he must. Baby needs milk, Mom her fix
The pig had a suspicion something bad
to come from his friend. What to do, what

 Their running away would be a cowardly
price one pays for freedom's ending love
... (to be continued)

 Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved  

 Notes and photos: 

 I'm linked with "Outlawyer" at
 http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/07/a-glance-at-narrative.html?m=1 

 This will NOT be continued

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posted by Jim @ 7/29/2017 10:06:00 PM   8 comments

8 Comments:

At Sunday, July 30, 2017 5:56:00 AM, Blogger Old Egg said...

Once you engage with an animal it is so hard to let go. Pig or wife and baby that was a hard choice!!!

 
At Sunday, July 30, 2017 9:26:00 AM, Blogger Magaly Guerrero said...

Some choices are very difficult to make...

 
At Sunday, July 30, 2017 10:40:00 AM, Blogger Outlawyer said...

Oh dear, it is very hard to let animals go, even when needs must. Thanks for the story, Jim, and the rhythmic telling. k.

 
At Sunday, July 30, 2017 1:56:00 PM, Blogger tonispencer said...

It is hard to let go of animals that have gained our trust but...

 
At Sunday, July 30, 2017 8:43:00 PM, Blogger ayala said...

Hard choices.

 
At Monday, July 31, 2017 5:33:00 AM, Blogger Paul John Dear said...

That'll do Jim ;)

 
At Monday, July 31, 2017 5:29:00 PM, Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Oh, what a cliff-hanger! You drew me right in.

 
At Tuesday, August 01, 2017 9:52:00 AM, Blogger Marian said...

Oh... not to be continued. I think we can figure out what happens next :(

 

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