Robert L. Hinshaw Poet Rhyme

Musin's From Th' Front Porch

A house ain't a home 'less'n there's a porch on which to muse.
A place to sprawl upon a swing an' take a restful snooze,
Er prop yer feet on th' railin' to ponder th' settin' sun,
When supper is finished an' all th' farmin' chores is done!

There must be a bench er so an' a couple uv rockin' chairs,
To beckon folks to set a spell an' discuss th' world's affairs.
To mull over th' crops uv corn an' soy beans, er maybe whether,
There'll be relief frum th' current spell uv heat an' arid weather!

What better place to greet neighbors on their evenin' promenade,
An' invite 'em to come an' set a spell to enjoy sum lemonade.
While th' kids scamper on th' lawn a-chasin' lightnin' bugs,
Old folks discuss their aches an' pains an' therapeutic drugs!

Th' moon rises o'er th' horizon a-castin' its meller glow.
Also risin' is hordes uv pesky m'skeeters a-flittin' to an' fro!
Addin' to th' pastoral flavor is th' scent uv new-mown hay.
What a pleasin' endin' to a perfect summer's day!

A front porch is where fellership with family an' friends abounds,
An' where a feller takes pleasure a-scratchin' th' ears uv his hounds!
Though majestic castles boast fancy balconies a-reachin' fer th' sky,
A porch is a man's throne fer musin an' watchin' th' world go by!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Michael Smith June 24, 2012 at 7:12 PM Love it, brother. Your poetry is like a time machine. Your talents carried me back to a simpler time. I think I was born on the cusp that bridged simpler times with so much digital technology. Rarely do kids here in this country and day and age live out childhood on a front porch. Fortunately that's not the case in other countries. I just visited the Dominican Republican and there they people sit out on the porch as a matter of daily life still. Read my other poem Into Winterberry ash. It is in the same vein as our two.

E.J. Smith February 8, 2012 at 5:00 AM How true! We still use our front porch! You make sittin' on th porch such a grand experience.

Wilma Neels February 7, 2012 at 11:02 AM Bob, I really enjoyed reading this, wish I had a porch.. Wishing you the best of luck for the contest.. So great to read this one after being away for a while ;) tc Wilma

Ilene Bauer February 6, 2012 at 3:53 PM very amusing and fun to read aloud. good luck in the contest!

Dave Timperley February 6, 2012 at 2:22 PM Got to thinkin that Ma Baker was 'bout to ring the supper bell for a minute there! God Bless. Dave.

Mike Dailey February 6, 2012 at 10:19 AM hard to read but well worth the effort. thanks for the word picture. Mike