Now enjoy the poem.
The Old Porch Swing
Fondly I gaze
As I swing to and fro,
At the beauty before me
On the flowers that grow.
The warm summer breezes
How gently they blow,
And they sway the old porch swing
As if they did know,
That the memories they bring,
And that over me flow
Are the sweet days of childhood
I spent swinging to and fro.
So I sit here and dream
Of the times long ago
On the dear old porch swing
As I sway to and fro.
Fondly I gaze
As I swing to and fro,
At the beauty before me
On the flowers that grow.
The warm summer breezes
How gently they blow,
And they sway the old porch swing
As if they did know,
That the memories they bring,
And that over me flow
Are the sweet days of childhood
I spent swinging to and fro.
So I sit here and dream
Of the times long ago
On the dear old porch swing
As I sway to and fro.
4 comments:
Nice... I like the poem!
Hmmm... I want to read the "marshmallow thief update". Sounds about as bad as our Altoid burglary. ;)
Love the poem!
...or the next installment of "Meleah's Story". :)
I remember when the Marcums had a porch swing and we all loved to go swing on it. When I have a house I want a porch swing and a wrap around porch. :)
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