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On the Porch
I am perched in a white spindly chair~
A wooden brown bottom bare~
My coffee in front of me steams~
Sitting on the painted table there.
The barn swallows flutter~
Tither and fro~
At their half built nest~
They want to go. ~
They do not dare to venture in~
I obstruct their clearance for~
Their building to start again.
I see the miniature crocus’s~
Starting their growth~
Yellow perks up the dead grass~
Where they bud.
Oh those silly grey squirrels~
Leap and frolic on branch to trunk~
A playful sight it is to see~
One almost jumped and missed the tree!
The sun was suppose to shine today~
But all I see is grey, grey, grey.
Those chipmunks for years~
Have been up to no good~
They finally disabled the stone wall~
Where it stood. ~
Fallen apart the rocks lay in a haphazard pile~
Needing to be fixed someday by some one~
Smart, strong and agile.
My cat mosies down the pebbled walk~
Searching for more nature~
For her wild side to stalk.
I could tell you of more things~
I saw today~
Like the nuthatch picking bugs off the side of a tree~
But for now I will rest~
Sipping my coffee~
Quietly my Dear.
Lisa J. Warner