Piggy Beach Park
By Kimberly Jo Smith
I knew it was morning
When I heard the dogs bark
I was anxious to go
Back to piggie beach park
I had found it one day
Along with my brother
A place by the beach
A park like no other
It was the summer before
A bright sunny day
A brisk early morning
When those pigs went their way
“There they all go!”
I said with a grin
“It will be late tonight
When they come back again!”
“Where are they going?”
Sam asked with a yawn.
“Are all of them leaving?
Even the piglets are gone?”
I nodded my head
As I put on my shoes
“Come with me little brother,
We will go down there too!
“Let’s follow them down
to the beach, just we two,
Let’s see what it is
That those silly pigs do!”
So we jumped on our bikes
Pedaling so fast
That we finally caught up
With the piggies at last.
They had gone to the beach
To wallow in sand
To root under dunes
The way little pigs can
My brother and I
Didn’t know what to say
We didn’t know pigs
Could have fun in that way
Hundreds of pigs
Making quite a large fuss
As they scurried and played
Running past both of us
Then Sam looked at me
With a widening grin
“Come on let’s have fun,
Let’s go and join in!”
So we followed the piggies,
And They didn’t mind
They oinked and kicked sand
As we ran close behind
There were piggies in bathing suits
Piggies on sand
Building glistening castles
With small piggy hands
There were some playing volleyball
Some surfing waves
Four squealy piglets
Went hunting in caves
All at once the sun hid
Behind clouds full and dark
And then rain spattered down
Upon Piggy Beach Park
There were dozens of puddles
That turned into mud
So we all fell and wallowed
Getting covered in crud
Just then I remembered
We had not eaten yet
All the fun with those pigs
Simply made us forget
I ran to the water
Washing down to my legs
Then I hollered, “Hey, Sam,
Let’s have bacon and eggs!”
Such terrible noise,
And loud piercing sounds!
“Bacon!” the pigs squealed
As they jumped up and down.
Then the pigs starting chasing,
both me and my brother
Until we got to our house
And there was our mother
“Goodness!“ she said
you are both soaking wet
It is past time for breakfast
Did you two forget?
Now, go and clean up
And please wash your hands
I have milk, eggs and bacon,
With toast and some jam.”
My brother and I
Looked at mom and then grinned,
“No, mom, not bacon,
Not ever again!”
©2019 Kimberly Jo Smith