Post by stephengodfrey on Jan 27, 2011 21:27:05 GMT -5
I remember the hog-pen and
my Paw Paw slopping the hogs.
There was a mixture of itmes
in the bucket and he poured
the contents into the trough.
The stampede was on, and
the hogs looked like huge
hippos' dashing to the trough.
As they ate, the hogs made
a slopping sound and pushed
and shoved for position around the trough.
Sporadic fighting would occur and
would turn me sheet white with fright.
After meal time, the hogs would
bask in the sun, and wallow
in the mud. Their lives were full
until the next "SOO-EE."
my Paw Paw slopping the hogs.
There was a mixture of itmes
in the bucket and he poured
the contents into the trough.
The stampede was on, and
the hogs looked like huge
hippos' dashing to the trough.
As they ate, the hogs made
a slopping sound and pushed
and shoved for position around the trough.
Sporadic fighting would occur and
would turn me sheet white with fright.
After meal time, the hogs would
bask in the sun, and wallow
in the mud. Their lives were full
until the next "SOO-EE."