Poems

Piglets, the Newest Addition to Our Hobby Farm

Meet Wilbur (named by Samuel),

Fluffy (named by Ruthie),

and Uncle (named by me).

Uncle is the front pig.

They’re Idaho Pasture Pigs, and they’re so much fun to have around. They nibble on our boots when we come in to say hello, and Luna likes to sniff their noses when they poke them through the crack in the door. Eventually, they’ll move from the field to our plates, but for now we’re enjoying learning about their habits and petting their soft, wiry backs as they munch on grain. When we get a new “pet,” I like to write about it. So, here’s a poem about our three little piglets!

Piglets

Hard-nosed, snub-nosed,
Rooting through the hay;
Waiting for lunch,
What will you eat today?

Straight-tailed, swish-tailed,
Squealing in delight:
Yesterday’s rice,
Sweet corn, oh, happy sight!

Hard-hoofed, slight-hoofed,
Dreaming piggy dreams;
Life’s much smaller
And bigger than it seems.

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