Summer Porch

Shade shrouded retreats
Cling stoically
Inviting oases
Seducing our souls
Artifacts of sanguine summers
Weathered and worn
Windows thrown open
Environments joined
Cobble together
Diverse domains
Paint chipped rockers
Sagging seats
Gallop in place
Motion without meaning
Rivulets of condensation
Slide lazily down
Frosted pitchers of
fresh squeezed lemonade
Time suspended
Friendships renewed
Loved ones drawn closer
Laughter dancing
To the crickets song
Stories retold
Memories reminded
Secrets shared
Life renewed
On a summer porch



About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs of questionable origin. I created this blog as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations since my wife is tired of hearing them and, after 50 some odd years, probably with good reason. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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