The Whistle Pig War (Part 1)

(A Tale of Vanity and Revenge)

Whistle Pig Inspects the Garden Perimeter (photo: Craig Sabin)

The following is a true story. The names have not been changed because no one was innocent.

What’s a “whistle pig” you say?
It’s nothing but a sobriquet,
Unending appetite on legs,
That always steals and never begs.

Part 1. The Planting

“When you shall eat of the fruit of your hands, you will be happy and it will be well with you.”

Psalm 128, verse 2
A modest garden once I grew
     In summer days of yore.
Would not have planted if I knew
     That it would start a war.

I cut the sod and turned the soil,
     And planted tiny seeds.
And as it grew I gave my toil,
     Attending to its needs.

The little sprouts that one by one
     Emerged from 'neath the ground,
Each raised their hands to praise the sun
     And sang without a sound.

It pleased my heart to see them grow,
     No pains would I have spared,
And after work each day I'd go
     To see how well they fared.

Watermelon, pumpkins, peas,
     and sunflowers so tall,
Tomatoes more than all of these,
     I liked them best of all.

My garden sat inside a fence
     Whose links were made of carbon steel,
To keep the fruits from going hence,
     And granting pigs a stolen meal.

And so it was, I felt secure,
     The labor of my hands to cherish.
My fence my harvest would assure,
     And not allow my hopes to perish.


But the thing about a whistle pig?



A whistle pig      can dig… (to be continued)


© Craig Sabin 2021 All rights reserved

17 thoughts on “The Whistle Pig War (Part 1)

    1. LOL, it’s in the works – part 2 and part 3 as well, but unfortunately slowed down by time demands from my work and ongoing health issues. Thanks for stopping by and for voicing your interest! God bless!

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  1. Wonderful poem, fabulous garden, and true? I can see those sprouts, your tender care and great anticipation. Looking forward to part 2 with trepidation!
    I really enjoy your writing Craig, thank you for sharing your gift with us.

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  2. When I saw the photo of the little fellow, I remembered that we also had these in Ontario, and called them groundhogs. I remember that they whistle when they want to alert others in their group.

    I am looking forward to the continuation…🤗

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  3. Oh dear, I’ve never seen a whistle pig, but I can imagine where this is heading. Thanks for the laugh-out-loud gaggle of chuckles, Craig! (Although I’m sure the gardener might not share my sentiments.) Blessings!!
    Virginia : )

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