Porches

I have known many porches throughout the years, some adorned in laughter and some wrought with tears. Porches where warm breezes floated o'er the plains, and the sunlight shimmered ‘cross green waves of grain. Porches below mountains that stood tall and proud, their snowcapped peaks towering into the clouds. Porches where sea mist fell across our faces, and ships horns faded to faraway places. Porches lost in the shadows of steel and glass, the sky had no sunshine and yards had no grass. Porches that looked out across strange foreign lands, some with views of forests, some jungles, some sand. Porches 'neath a sky filled with millions of stars, miles away from the closest ribbon of cars. Porches where the song of birds greeted each day, and summer breezes brought the smell of fresh hay. Porches from where I've watched the day start anew, and sunsets that filled the sky with wondrous hue. No matter the time, the place or the weather, I've loved all the porches we've shared together.