Porky Pig


    We walked side by side
        she was my best friend indeed,
          she didn't ask for much
       and she returned her love to me.
           I never had to worry she
          might not be home one day
          because in my heart I'll
      always know her love would of never
                    strayed.
        She would sit in the window and
      wait for me watching the cars drive
      bye, but she wouldn't wag her curly
       little tail until it was me who 
                stepped inside.
         I'll never forget all the fun
       in my life when I had my Porky Pig,
        and I catch myself all the time
         wondering how the heck she's
                     been

Comments:
 
penname   penname wrote
on 2/7/2009 6:20:37 PM
the story is wonderful, refreshing. the poem is really good...it can be a metaphor for so many thing other than your old pal Porky. I love this. nature and poetry at its finest.

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Synopsis
This poem is about my pet pig Porky. I was forced to give her to a family friend when I bought my mobile home, she went to her new home in a mountain are where she grew to be over a hundred and fifty pounds, she lost her life defending that home..but the friends say that she didn't go without a fight..gave that ole mountain lion a run for it's money or shall I say..."hungry"............)
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