THE FRONT PORCH

THE FRONT PORCH

An empty chair at sundown

On a hot and steamy day,

I see you in my memory

Watching children play.

A front porch with flowers,

A gentle summer breeze.

I recall your gentle singing

On evenings such as these.

I can hear the children laughing

And see them climbing trees,

I can smell the perfumed flowers

I remember those skinned knees.

I visualise the sunset glow

And see the shades of an orange sky,

I visit again The Front Porch

As summer days drift by.

I hear the gentle rocking

Of the Front Porch chair~

Summer days that last forever

And always you were there.

I hear the drone of insects

And the birds nesting in the trees

I see again the Front Porch

What memories are these!

© Linda J. Vaughan

SUMMER MEADOWS

SUMMER MEADOWS

I see you now in summer meadows

And watch the sun play on your hair,

I see you picking daisies

And threading them with care.

The gentle breezes blow your way

And butterflies are winging,

I hear your gentle laughter-

I hear you softly singing.

I see you by the river banks

Watching as it flows

I see you walking at the edges

And splashing with your toes.

You gather fruit from laden trees

You have no sense of time,

All summer days seem endless

And every day is fine.

I see you in a summer storm

At the end of a very hot day.

I see you in the rising moon

And the clouds that drift my way.

Your presence is always with me

Not only in summer’s hours,

I remember you in winter

On the days without the flowers.

I remember you in autumn,

In the red and golden leaves.

I remember you by the ocean

As it gently rolls and heaves.

I see you in the snowdrops

And the daffodils in spring,

I see you in the rainbow

And the birds upon the wing.

I see you in the dewdrops

On the roses that you grew.

I hear the echo of your voice

On the days I talked with you.

I think of you so often ~

And memory grows and grows

I walk the hills again with you

And I see you in summer meadows.

© Linda J. Vaughan

2011