My Weathered Porch
I rock contently on my weathered porch
where the evening's breeze carries a melody
of peaceful notions
like the fluttered feathers of birds before they fly
where I join the tranquil yearning's of my spirit
and listen to the warm inviting tones of the world
in an evening's sunset of silent journeys and reflection
with pictures created by yesterday's deeds
and tomorrow's wishes
I'll journey with each picture
with a quiet understanding of what was and what is
while I'm wrapped in a setting sun
that dances on the tips of waves
rushing onto the shore of my thoughts
made by the crushed days of my life
where the only sound I hear
is the soft creaking of my chair
as it rocks back and forth
on the weathered porch of old age
where I invite life's incoming tide of timeless wonder
before the sun sets and the night of my days
carries me to an eternal sleep
11/20/21
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2021
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