This poem is dedicated to my good friend Tom Blevins in 2005
As I reminisce of times gone by
A image appears in my minds eye
Late in the evening as the sun goes down
Memories so dear I smile never frown
An old "L" shaped porch a house on the hill
Watching the glory spread at Gods will
Sitting with Grandma and Grandpa
Sometimes so late asleep I would fall
A old porch swing and three odd chairs
With nothing to breathe but sweet country air
The night goes from purple to deep dark blue
Under the barn light the bats flew
On Grandma's lap I rest my head
With stories and tales my imagination she fed
If I could return just one more time
Alas I can only travel there in my mind
To sit again on that porch of my youth
And listen to the creak of the old porch swing