VIEW FROM MY PORCH SWING

The View From My Porch Swing

1996

Through the years I’ve watched our trees that never seem to change.

Across the road,

where once our sons and neighbor children came to play

on fields of meadow grass,

there now grow trees and underbrush

so high

no pathways show.

Even now,

those boys and girls seem ever young.

My thoughts are filled with

visions of them playing there.

Hidden there midst oak and pine,

in memory,

there lies an open meadow.
Joyful youth played games

on long, 
hot summer  days

in full pursuit of life.

Those days and sights and sounds of living

never left my inner soul.
 Returning to this quiet place,
 from the porch swing

I relive those treasured days

of years gone by.

Gently swinging,

deep in thought,

memories return.
 I recall each day with love.

The day begins at summer’s dawn

and ends
 with muffled, evening sounds.

Nothing troubles,

thoughts abound, peace is found.

2020

Now sixty-one years have passed

and memories remain.

Our porch is now a deck.
 The swing remains a “porch swing.” 
“Deck swing” somehow cannot recall 
those precious times

of years gone by.

Three sons have grown to men.  When first we came to our “farm”, our oldest son was three, our middle son was six months, and the youngest was to be born three years later.

 A grandson and granddaughter have added to the enjoyment 

of this peaceful homestead.

The barn is now one hundred-three years old.

The house is eighty-four.
 In addition to our three boys and two grandchildren,
 this homestead

has entertained many animals and pets and gardens. (Or did they entertain us?)Adding to our contentment, we now have four great-granddaughters to introduce to our peaceful farm.

The neighbor kids have grown. 
They now have children and grandchildren of their own.

Our middle son passed away

seven years ago.
Even so, our cherished memories will never change.

Tim

The porch swing now provides a peaceful place
 to remember

all the times of joy and sadness.

 We were sitting on the porch swing 
when the news of my Father’s death

came to us.

 We gathered here as a family
 to enjoy the wedding receptions of our sons,
 and to celebrate
 their high-school graduations.

We’ve entertained our friends at church picnics

And celebrated birthday parties.
 Friends of our grown children 
have come to share an occasional Sunday afternoon

Our memories are many….

from our porch swing.

 Don…1930-2017

and…Laddie

copyright©2018
Photography By Mary Anne Tuck