THE OLD PORCH SWING
Sitting together out on the porch
Sitting on the old porch swing
Makes me remember days gone by
The smell of honeysuckle in the spring.
Fresh baked bread sitting on the counter
The kitchen always toasty warm
Sweet memories of days gone by
Days spent out on the farm.
Fresh eggs straight from the hen house
The chickens running free range
The pigs, the goats, the critters
We gave them each a name.
The kitchen table was built by hand
The kitchen, the place for our gatherings
My baby brother in my mother’s arms
All the children happily found clamoring.
Daddy’s plate the first to be served
Mama’s homemade berry jam
The milk being poured straight from the cow
And my sister petting her baby lamb.
The screen door slamming all day long
We’d all sit down to eat together
When it was time for the family blessing
I knew that things couldn’t get any better.
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