Porch Days
How I miss
Those old Porch Days,
Screened in Porch,
Round table
Lawn chairs
Little b&w TV
Seemed no cares...
Dad and I
Watched our Mets,
I'd cook our dinner,
And he'd say, "Let's...
"eat on the porch,
why don't we, son?"
I'd already be prepared
Cause that's what we'd always done...
Our large yard, a park,
of trees and plants,
Only problem, those pesky ants
Oh, for an afternoon,
Of such bliss,
Those splendid Porch Days,
That I so miss.
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