A Cracker's Porch Poem by Carole Cookie Arnold

Four in the morning the rooster our clock
Pull on my boots collect eggs like it or not
Daily chores from sun up to sun down
Never let gramps catch you with a frown

Saturday nights were the best by far
Gramps played his accordion under the stars
Folks came from neighboring farms
Swinging their partners into another’s arms

Turning on the old radio shows
Amos and Andy, The Shadow knows
Jack and Gracie who could ask for more
Playing jacks and pick up Styx on floor

Heart full of tomorrows for days like this
Fairytale stories and visions of bliss.
Drifting away in a sleepy sweet mist
Gramps put me to bed my forehead a kiss

Things were so simple back then
Fresh smell of hay and magnolia’s blend
Tattered old porch rich memories hold
When I pass over that porch I’ll behold

Copyright ©2005 Carole Cookie Arnold