Vince Suzadail Jr. Poet Narrative

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.

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Carolyn Devonshire February 27, 2009 at 12:57 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

Debbie Guzzi February 10, 2009 at 1:33 PM I liked your putting rhyme in the last three lines it gives them emphasis! Light & Love Debbie

Brian Strand February 3, 2009 at 12:58 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

Sharon Winter January 29, 2009 at 1:27 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

Ronald Bingham January 29, 2009 at 11:05 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

Vince Suzadail Jr. January 29, 2009 at 10:41 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

Wilfredo Derequito January 29, 2009 at 10:17 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

Barbara Gorelick January 29, 2009 at 8:16 AM This is the way I grew up..thanks for the memories..BG

Carrie Richards January 29, 2009 at 7:14 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

Christopher Higgins January 29, 2009 at 6:37 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.