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A Night On The Porch
Music drifts through the screen door here to the porch
This early night of autumn still warms enough to enjoy
The crickets and birds trading hellos and goodbyes
Another day survived is something to be thankful for
The radio reminds me just how long ago it was
The songs of my life now too many decades old
I remember all the words and the feelings they held
On the porch with my feet up I allow them to unfold
I’ll stay lost in my memory till treetops greet the moon
Having found peace for a while will sweeten nights dream
It seems another day lost is just another day won
And if you hold on tight enough it will never slip away
I am usually too verbose in
I am usually too verbose in many of my comments, but I must confess that this poem reaches me at such an elemental level that I do not have sufficient words to describe its impact upon me. I selected this poem at what I thought was a random browse; but I do not now believe the browse was random, I believe it was directed. I was led here, and I am mighty glad that I was.
Starward
When words paint a picture
When words paint a picture that jostles a memory, either true or perceived, tears well, or smiles are born, and both the author and reader find the purpose of those words, their meaning, and their worth. Thank you Starward for finding such worth in my words, I appreciate your time and visit Sir.