My Porch View
The shadow of the old America flag waves~
In the afternoon sun~
Last time it was raised~
Was oh so long ago~
Because it was something my~
Father had always done.
This morning a Black-capped Chickadee~
Rested on the edge of the porch~
Telling me something~
I know not what?
Just a while ago I saw a resident bobcat~
Meander through the yard~
He upped his pace~
When he heard me move~
To the woods he went as I stood.
My porch view is where I see~
This nature~
My porch view~
Is where I see these treasures.
By
Lisa J. Warner
AKA
Lisa Luv
CopyRight10/31/2013@LisaLuvLLC