Some time ago, a poetic friend and I met for lunch at a local garden center café and were discussing dreams. As we left, these colorful sculptures captured my poetic sense of humor. The metaphor was too good to waste so we challenged each other… Here’s my result.
Pigs might fly… Who says they can’t? Is there an omniscient oinker monitor float- ing in the same tree? Who has the right to tell watchers who dream the impossible that pigs might…? In deepest despair we need hope, need dreams to fall back on. A competitive spirit… Who says we can’t? I need to soar above my world sometimes, believe there’s something sizzling just around the corner. If I could only see ~ take a butchers into the future and grab a curly tail… Frances Macaulay Forde © 2012
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Perth Words... exploring possibilities. 
Fun poem!
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Thanks, Liz. 🙂
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You’re welcome, Frances.
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