Four in the morning the rooster our clock <br />Pull on my boots collect eggs like it or not <br />Daily chores from sun up to sun down <br />Never let gramps catch you with a frown <br /> <br />Saturday nights were the best by far <br />Gramps played his accordion under the stars <br />Folks came from neighboring farms <br />Swinging their partners into another’s arms <br /> <br />Turning on the old radio shows <br />Amos and Andy, The Shadow knows <br />Jack and Gracie who could ask for more <br />Playing jacks and pick up Styx on floor <br /> <br />Heart full of tomorrows for days like this <br />Fairytale stories and visions of bliss. <br />Drifting away in a sleepy sweet mist <br />Gramps put me to bed my forehead a kiss <br /> <br />Things were so simple back then <br />Fresh smell of hay and magnolia’s blend <br />Tattered old porch rich memories hold <br />When I pass over that porch I’ll behold <br /> <br />Copyright ©2005 Carole Cookie Arnold<br /><br />Carole Cookie Arnold<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cracker-s-porch/
