Porch Swing Poem by Juan Olivarez

Porch Swing



On the porch swing,
Without any shoes.
Hearing the birds sing,
What a cure for the blues.

Drinking a cold beer,
Watching people go by.
Watching the wind steer,
The clouds through the sky.

Strumming a few chords,
And humming along.
No need for words,
It's a front porch swing song.

10/14/10 Alton Texas

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