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Back Porch

Paint was peeling off the banister Grass needed cutting in the old back yard Some weeds curling up around the fence Neighbors sitting, times were hard Burgers, dogs, pretzels and chips Kids playing ball out front in the street Quarter barrel on tap in the old metal tub Back porch get together, plenty to eat Mom had some shirts hanging on the line Little income but no one cared Laugher, smiles were spread around Food and soda and beer were shared Memorial Day would be the first Then the Fourth of July and Labor Day Neighbors were family way back then We wouldn’t have it any other way Good time would last until late at night Just neighbors getting together sitting around Laughing, joking, good old day stories On the back porch is where they’d be found.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 2/27/2009 12:57:00 AM
Vince, wow! You create such a longing for the "good old days." Wish I could get into a time machine and revisit the wonderful years described in this great poem. When I read the first few lines, I thought of the poor condition of my own back porch. Then the words took wing and made me think of the joy children and neighbors add to our lives. Outstanding write! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 2/10/2009 1:33:00 PM
I liked your putting rhyme in the last three lines it gives them emphasis! Light & Love Debbie
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Date: 2/3/2009 12:58:00 AM
Beautiful vignette Vince.We don't have them here in England but I recognise the scene from the many movies I've seen.Evocative writing.rgds Brian
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Date: 1/29/2009 1:27:00 PM
Vince, we were so lucky to live those magic days as kids. I think all the parents from that generation feel the exact same way. Once more I am back playing hide 'n seek till dark all throughout neighbors yards, I am playing kickball in the street, just hanging out and giggling up a storm with friends Then freaking out when the ice cream truck comes by ~ remember wonder bars??? The wonder years for real. Another awesome nostalgic write. Sad it's different now, but glad we lived it. Love, Shar
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Date: 1/29/2009 11:05:00 AM
Vince you need to quit telling these stories, they break my heart knowing those days are gone for good. You keep on writing I was only joking, you just paint the story so real! God Bless, Ron
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Date: 1/29/2009 10:41:00 AM
Only the rich and lonely needed that couch. The common people had each other. They worked toward their dreams. The liberals fogot to tell us we were poor, so we went through life enjoying the real riches of living; family, neighbors, earning our own way. We believed we were rich and we were. Have a great one Fred. Vince
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Date: 1/29/2009 10:17:00 AM
And because of a great sense of COMMUNITY when times were less complicated and the Joneses did not have to compete against each other, couch therapy as a profession was unheard of then, wouldn't you think so, Vince? Fred
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Date: 1/29/2009 8:16:00 AM
This is the way I grew up..thanks for the memories..BG
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Date: 1/29/2009 7:14:00 AM
Wish I were back there, just shooting the breeze on a lazy afternoon...kids playing ball or kick the can in the street, potato salad, the best times in the world at our door. A different world....oh yeah...! No $$, but good times! ~ Love, Carrie
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Date: 1/29/2009 6:37:00 AM
I love this my brother. So much love can be found in this piece..simplier times then..life has traveled down a different path taking us all along whether we are ready for it or not. Enjoyed.
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