Pigs and Poetry

Saturday was my daddy's birthday. He's 84. My two oldest grandkids were here for the weekend, so we all took him to breakfast. My nine-year-old grandson ate and ate and ate. We watched and waited and laughed at the amount of food he consumed. My daddy, who grew up in the backwoods of northern Alabama, finally said, "He eats like a fattening hog." Then he went on to describe the process of penning up a hog in a small space with all the food he can eat. That hog just eats and sleeps and wakes to eat again.

So where is this going here in National Poetry Month?

Bloggers all over the Kidslitosphere are filling the feed buckets with poetry offerings this month.

And I'm happy as a hog in slop. Yeah, I grew up in the South, too.

I'm still in recovery mode from my frenetic last few months of work, so I don't have the energy to write a poem a day, a haiku a day, or give you a poetry pointer a day. I just want to sit in the pen and partake of the abundant offerings. Just eat and sleep poetry for a month.

So, if you stop by my blog this month, I'll direct you to the trough I'm enjoying at the moment. By the end of the month, we'll all be poetry fat and happy.

Start your week with a Poetry Party. Head on over to Live. Love. Explore! where the ultimate hostess, Irene Latham, knows how to throw some poetry around. Irene is the poetry editor at the Birmingham Arts Journal, as well as a wonderful children's author. She'll be offering poetry quotes, trivia, craft tips, publishing resources and free books all month long. Don't miss this one.