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The View from My Front Porch ~ A Poem
The View from My Front Porch
Sitting there on my front porch
As the dank, southern air envelopes my body.
Momentarily, the stillness in the air tapers and then shifts as
A gentle breeze blows delicately across my face.
Simultaneously, the sweet, almost intoxicating,
fragrant smell of Jasmine awakens my senses,
As the flickering light bounces between the fluttering leaves,
Illuminating brilliant streams of light.
As I stare transfixed across the quiet country road
At the Black Angus cows and ponder
The naiveté of their fate being in contrast to this
Tranquil setting of the beauty
of the slightly rolling verdant hills of the pasture,
Acting as a backdrop to the Black Angus cows,
who seem to pop against the vivid green.
Now cognizant am I of the sound of a Red-headed woodpecker
drumming on that tree right in front of me, announcing its presence,
Whose scarlet head, in and of itself, is astoundingly striking.
Then, after an attenuated while,
disturbing the peacefulness of the moment,
from the back of the pasture comes
the startling sound of a donkey and its voluble braying.
My thirst is quenched with a cold class of sweet tea,
where small beads of moisture
Begin to amalgamate and form small runnels trickling downward.
As I sit here on my porch where I am so content to be,
appreciative of such a simple, but captivating scene.
© April 14, 2012 Faith Reaper (All rights reserved)