On the porch swing,
Without any shoes.
Hearing the birds sing,
What a cure for the blues.
Drinking a cold beer,
Watching people go by.
Watching the wind steer,
The clouds through the sky.
Strumming a few chords,
And humming along.
No need for words,
It's a front porch swing song.
10/14/10 Alton Texas
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