Front Porches - Poem by Jeanette Kirk
This world is not the same ,
on this we must agree.
If houses had front porches,
just how would things be? Our worlds problems were solved on these,
many a friend was made this way.
Sitting in the swing happy all day,
greeting each person as they passed our way. Sharing the events of our life,
feeling at peace with the world.
Music soft in the air,
if only houses had porches now.
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