Word Farm
Word Farmers This is for all of you whose farms are lined upon your book shelves made by writers of all kinds or highly literate writing elves I know that is a silly note but fairies do indeed play with our reading minds in the most delightful way What this poem is all about you may say with odd alarm for not all can see the relation fields of words coming from a farm First I must ask you some dirt on a personal note I plant my plea and joy earnestly to find out if I must recant When was the last time you saw piglets, pigs or hogs? In a barnyard or in dreams snoring, sawing farmyard logs? Was it on your breakfast table bacon crispy on your plate so fine or with chops, loin or roast with mashed potatoes at dinnertime? Perhaps your religion bars you from Moses to Mohamed holy dears whose ancient laws that hate to dine upon those funny creatures we do hear with squeaky voices, oinking loud how many folks have shown alarm grunt...