"Front Porch Inspirations"



Travel down the asphalt,

Where curves and hills abound,

Roads leading to a city,

Where lights and signs are found.

 

But off the beaten pathway,

Down a dusty road,

Tucked between the oak trees,

You’ll find our meek abode.

 

The skies are lit by moonlight,

No stoplights, will you see.

Our name is on the mailbox,

Welcome signs hang precariously.

 

There’s cattle grazing grasses,

Fish flopping in the pond,

A hammock waiting in the shade,

Invites you to rest upon.

 

Hens laying in the hen house,

Fresh eggs for morning meals,

Sausage sizzling in the pan

Of pork, you’ll get your fill.

 

Perfume so sweet and heady,

Wafts on the summer breeze,

The scent of jasmine lingers,

Drawing nature’s busy bees.

 

Sit upon our front porch.

I’ll snap peas, as we talk.

We’ll listen to the night sounds,

Or maybe take a walk.

 

When the day has ended,

I hope that you will say,

“I loved my visit to your home,

I’ll be back another day.”

 

There’s an open invitation,

Come early and stay late.

My country home is open,

And we never lock the gate.

 

© 2005 Marie Williams


 

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