An old rocking chair <br />stands on the porch. <br />Many times I sit there <br />watching people go on their way. <br />Occasionally one or two <br />will stop and talk about the day. <br />We’ll sit and rock, <br />chatting about the weather <br />and about kids and home. <br />All the time <br />the old rocking chair <br />rocks back and forth <br />with me sitting there. <br /> <br />6 March 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-old-rocking-chair/
