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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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8 comments:

  1. Old EggSunday, July 30, 2017 5:56:00 AM

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

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  2. Magaly GuerreroSunday, July 30, 2017 9:26:00 AM

    Some choices are very difficult to make...

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  3. OutlawyerSunday, July 30, 2017 10:40:00 AM

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

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  4. tonispencerSunday, July 30, 2017 1:56:00 PM

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

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  5. ayalaSunday, July 30, 2017 8:43:00 PM

    Hard choices.

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  6. Paul John DearMonday, July 31, 2017 5:33:00 AM

    That'll do Jim ;)

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  7. Rosemary Nissen-WadeMonday, July 31, 2017 5:29:00 PM

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

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  8. MarianTuesday, August 01, 2017 9:52:00 AM

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

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