Summer evening on the porch,
Where fireflies dance and play,
The swing creaks softly in time,
As ends another day.
The sweet tea sits sweating glass,
The cicadas sing their fill,
The neighbors kids play tag outside,
Their laughter echoes still.
Grandfather tells his stories old,
Of when he was a boy,
The war andDepression and the flood,
Were his childhood's joy.
These summer evenings on the porch,
Are treasures I hold dear,
A simpler time with those I love,
Is what I hold here.
The stars come out a little more,
As darkness fills the sky,
Summer evening on the porch,
Is where my spirits fly.
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