Granma's Porch

As Freshly Laundered Linens Secured By Pins On a Back Yard Clothes Line Airing Out In Daisy Aromatic Breeze Set to Dry Under The Friendly Not too Hot Sun! I Sigh, For this is All In My Mind Sitting on My Granma's Front Porch In Refuge From the Grueling Rays Urging Me to Bare My Thoughts and Pen What I'm Thinking Front Porch Resort, High Noon, Anti Sun Bathing Dehydrating My Will For any Outdoor Frolicking I Sigh, For While I Sit In The Shade Cool Northern Breeze Blithely Tickles Laughing Leaves Birds Chirping Chapters About Disappearing Honey Bees Propound Is the Scenery and Serenade Convenient Atmosphere For Shadow Work In the Shade I Penned, I Sigh I Think When I Pen and Pen What I Think Seated On Granma's Old Wooden Porch Chair The Chair She Once Sat On, She Ascended and Left Her Earthly Effects Here I Sigh, Sometimes I Shed a Few Tears Empty Nested, Time Tested Constant Gratitude for Granma's Love And Energy Invested All of Nature Singing A Song I Wish To Remember Chorus Of Natural Equilibrium And Profound Splendor I Sigh, Audibly In Silent Relief, Nature's Song Soothing Grief As the Sun Sets, I Am Soothed, Settled, Nested in Peace. f