The Porch


The Porch guarded our small brick house,
When we left for work and school,
And he welcomed us back each time,
With smiling anticipation.

We sat together as cars passed,
Waving to friends and neighbors,
And he would host those who stopped by,
Then add to our conversation.

When summer sun was beating down,
The Porch called to find a breeze,
And when spring rains poured, he listened,
While keeping us dry underneath.

When the garden produced green beans,
The Porch supervised our work,
He watched us gather shells and strings,
Until the last task was complete.

Occasionally he would tire,
So we refreshed him with paint,
But normally it was reversed,
And he’d cheer us while we reflect.

I remember that friendly Porch,
Where we sat and talked for hours,
Those hours, well spent, turned into years,
And The Porch still has an affect.

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