Max Reif

Rookie - 58 Points (1948 / OVER 400 POEMS SERVED! !)

Pig - Poem by Max Reif

Walking near home,
North Carolina tobacco country,

I came upon a great sow,
must've weighed a ton or more,
dusty, pink and human-like
and so afraid of me,
cringing there in the dust
where she was rooting
as I tried to reach out and pet her.

I could see her struggle,
wanting me to come close
but not quite able to trust.

Oh, piggie, I thought,
Your owner's beaten you,
and you can't come
out of your shell,

and sadly, all I could do
was utter some loving words,
throw the dear a kiss,

and continue on my way.


Comments about Pig by Max Reif

  • (3/25/2007 4:23:00 PM)

    I agreew ith Declan that this is a little different from a lot of your work, but it works. I like the almost child-like tone you've employed, it adds to the poignancy.
    Hugs
    Anna xxx
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  • (3/25/2007 3:51:00 PM)

    A sad piece Max, removed from your usual observations. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 6, 2011


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