Joys Of My Pigs Poem by Susan Wall

Joys Of My Pigs



Oh how the spring air takes me to the place and time
lost only that still remains alive in my mind.
I find the child hood memories of Shrewsbury
was the happy time with the three pigs I had.
I was glad to when I could go and feed my pigs
there is where I sing and tell them
my about my mom and dad.
The hours passed quickly by
as my mind still finds time to revisit
those innocent child hood memories.
I drove by the house I used to live
all is changed the pin has been torn down
my home in Shrewsbury is not the same.
I want to find blame; I know nothing will ever
remain the same.
Time must continue, and that is what
makes things change.

Thursday, April 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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