Treasure Island

John Miller

Poems of John Miller

1. On My Porch 7/14/2011
2. Quiet 7/14/2011
3. The Muddy River 7/14/2011

On My Porch

I sit on my porch, eyes closed and ears open. The sounds of a summer’s night begin to fill my thoughts; a hot breeze blows across my face. The mocking birds begin their nightly chorus, followed by the chirping of crickets. A sparrow joins the melody, his sound most frequent.

I sit on my porch eyes closed and ears open. The soft flowing sound of traffic driving by drowns out my thoughts and put my mind at ease. I can hear the rattling sounds of neighbor’s sprinklers watering their lawns and th

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