If There Were Just More Porches
An old house with an old porch
Is a most miraculous thing.
Politics are settled, children admonished,
Babies shown off and growing up,
Advice shared – we need more porches,
Fewer therapists, values taught, not anything goes.
Where mothers wait for suppers to cook,
And young housewives seek company,
Where daddies later come home and gather,
Joking with the paper boy, watching the cartwheels,
Some drink a beer, but mostly there’s grown-up talk.
Summertime on our corner brought so many droppers by.
The world would be a better place if
There were just more porches.
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