Monday, March 8, 2010

More Farm Poems

MESSY PIGS

Don’t eat like a pig
your mom demands.
Ever seen a pig eat?
He doesn’t use his hands.

It’s not a pretty sight.
Head down, nose in his food
covered with muddy goo,
disgusting is the word.

STUBBORN GOATS


Goats eat anything in sight:
tin cans, old newspapers.
Like lawn mowers if left alone,
they will eat acres and acres.

A goat has a mind of his own,
living without a care.
He gets stuck in fences,
trying to go nowhere.

HELPLESS SHEEP

My grandpa is a shepherd
with his faithful old hound.
Moving the herd to greener
pastures, and to better ground.

He keeps them from danger:
hungry wolves and big bears.
Watches out for little lambs,
because my grandpa cares.