My Porch
It's a beautiful evening to sit outside
On the porch my husband built me
And watch the quiet, and just listen
to the birds sing.
It's so peaceful, no kids around
Just the neighbor mowing his lawn
But tomorrow's Monday and the
kids will be up at the crack of dawn.
Another week will begin
There will be school buses up and down the street
The kid's will come home hungry, as always
Looking for something to eat.
People will be coming home from work
Tired and drug out
They'll have dinner, watch the news
And go to bed early, no doubt.
Everyday will begin the same
Until the week-end's here
Then I will sit out on my porch again
With my husband near.
Dianna Nally
9/11/05
poem by Dianna Nally
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