We are Pig Farmers
At first Pig Meadows did not seem to me like much of a wow.
They head toward the barn, a bit closer; I can stay in the house right?
So large! Children say. You should see the biggest pinkest sow.
I have seen her from afar, and as far as I am concerned this is all right.
We are pig farmers, my uncle said. Come out and say hi.
I was scared to death, this was a man-eating pig as far as I knew.
What is wrong with you? My cousin asked. You could at least come try.
So, I met the largest pig; his name was Old Cornflower Blue.
OCB was a dandy four hundred- and twenty-two-pound hog.
He ate all of our garbage, which was handy indeed every day.
His best friend was Tee-Willager, a fantastic Great Dane dog.
They soon became my besties in every single way.
I was so glad that I gave them a chance to be my friend.
My life on the farm started that fine summer fly-bugging day.
Now I sing that we are pig farmers until the utmost end.
And frankly, I would not have it any other way.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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