Camping On The Porch Poem by William Ryan

Held her body next to mine
Lit a candle poured some wine
Hit the power on the radio
Turned the volume down real low
No longer could we just sit
With the beat we had to get
On the fire we threw some logs
Found a stick for some dogs
Really thought we could eat no more
But next came a little Sm-ore's
Marsh-mellows and Chocolate can't be beat
And Graham Crackers are so sweet
Like a camping trip we once shared
But a little better this time we fared
A tent we didn't bring
We're on the porch in a swing
Loving memories we can make
With every little step that we take
It never matter's where we might be
What matters is your still with me!