The Old Back Porch
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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