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Our old porch held moments so dear With fondness, I remember them clear Of the times that we'd sing In that rickety old swing Grinning from ear to ear We'd bellow out Bringing in the Sheaves In The Garden and Precious Memories To this day that is why Tears come to my eyes When I hear those sweet melodies small image From that old swing, our voices would swell Though we never did really excel There we sang with delight In the gentle moonlight Now those times have long bid farewell The porch wasn't used just for swinging Nor just for harmonious singing Sometimes, we'd do chores While sitting outdoors Often times, beans we'd be stringing small image There was always a baby to rock No matter the hour on the clock There were comics and dress-up and jacks And eating our potted meat snacks Or sometimes, just hemming a frock In the fall, we would anxiously wait For Daddy to come through the gate With our new clothes for school Oh, how we would drool Such bedlam, we'd always create small image Daddy always brought us a treat A toy or something to eat He would break out in smile And let us play for awhile Our Daddy was always so neat Mother had her favorite chair We always knew not to sit there She would sit there and knit Close her eyes for a bit Then she often lingered in prayer small image Do people sit on the porch any more Or is just a way to the door Good times, they are missing 'Cause I was just wishing To be on that front porch once more Kathleen McCoy Eldridge© October 8, 2005 All Rights Reserved

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