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The Old Back Porch

Updated on April 15, 2013

I remember well the cobbled road we traveled on our way

The citrus trees, and pastures remiss there now today

But mostly I remember the old porch at Grandma’s house

But the one I remember had more room to walk about

From the back porch it protruded wide and painted grey

With wooden post whitewashed like the ones still there today

It had a tin roof over it to shield us from the rain

We’d sit atop the railings and felt the breeze when oft it came

A large oak tree sat close by with its branches reaching out

And spanned most of the back yard and loomed above the house

Around its base were potted plants of every shape and size

White Enameled pots trimmed red with Grandma’s plants inside

We gathered there each Holliday and sat beneath the tree

My cousins aunts and uncles my family and me

The food was always wonderful the deserts all made from scratch

My brother and I fed the chickens and threw old eggs that didn’t hatch

Sweet tea in gallon glass pickle jugs set in the sun to brew

Grandma filled a mason jar with tea if I asked her nicely too

Under the porch kittens played while we chased butterflies

We caught bees in hibiscus blooms OH yellow jackets make you cry

We picked fresh vegetables from the garden grandpa kept

They always tasted wonderful and I loved every one I ‘et

They had goats out in the field that grandpa taught me to milk

But that was a little difficult when you have a Yellow Jacket welt

Great Granny Evans needed fertilizer to put around her flowers

the cow pies I gathered too mix in water seemed like it took hours

Granny always made us stay inside until the grass was dry

She held fast to the rule but it didn’t mean I couldn’t try

She didn’t have a tv and they had no games to play

So we’d explore the tracks and wave at trains that passed our way

I loved to go to grandma’s house and each summer stay a week

For me that was a special time and truly was a treat

Those times are all long gone now and only memories left

My grandparents have passed but I have their lessons to attest

I remember warmly my grandparents and what they meant to me

And that old back porch within my heart beside the big oak tree©


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      must65gt 5 years ago

      I Thank all of you for stopping by and reading. Your comments are especially appreciated. It's quite amazing the memories each of us cherish, yet how similar are the memories we share.

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      Mary Strain 5 years ago from The Shire

      Must, this was exactly my own childhood experience, right down to the porch kittens and pickle tea jars. Thanks for the trip down memory lane!

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      Jessee R 5 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      You made me remember my grandma's garden and those lovely small picnics we had there! What a feeling it is to be pampered like you are the most lovable entities on earth!

      great poem... great soul to it...

      :) regards and respect


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      Theresa Ast 5 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      This is a lovely poem, very word just right. You have revived memories for many of us of our grandparent and their homes and family gatherings in a time and day when we weren't all so terribly scattered and busy. Those truly were the good years. Thank you for SHARING this poem with us. :) Theresa

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      must65gt 5 years ago

      May you find them close to your heart. Thanks for stopping by mere-maturnity, God Bless

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      mere-maternity 5 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      What a beautiful story. I also loved my grandmother. It brought back fond memories.

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      must65gt 5 years ago

      Thank you all for taking your time to read. the fond memories still are fresh in my memories, along with my grandfathers popcorn balls at Christmas. thaks for the comments...God Bless

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      Julianna 5 years ago from SomeWhere Out There

      What a blessing and a gift. I remember my grandma's farm and the haystacks we would play in. Hay is not as comfortable as people claim it to be. lol! Always from the heart. :) Thumbs up and shared.

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      Annie 5 years ago from NewYork

      nice write..

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      Sondra 5 years ago from Neverland

      You have such sweet, fond memories of your grandparents! I was on the porch and picking food from the garden right along with you :) thank you for sharing your treasured memories.