When wintertime is over and the breezes of Spring begin to blow
It’s not just to our cabin in the mountains…but to the cabin’s porch we go.
In Florida we spend so much time inside our house
much to our chagrin
cooped up, with the windows shut
not allowing the outside in…
But seeing the sights and hearing the sounds in the mountains
of this there can be no doubt
once we’re sitting on the porch
we’ve brought the inside..out.
The porch is where we meet our friends
It has it’s own habitat
It’s where we sit and read and laugh
It’s a beautiful place to chat.
Sometimes we sit in silence
There is no need for words
Other times we listen
to the trees, the wind…the birds.
It’s where we relax
It’s where we smile
where we can take the time to see
the clouds, the rain, the sunset…
The hummingbirds…the bees.
It’s funny we can do the same things inside
like playing games and writing letters
but doing them while on the porch
well…it just feels better.
So as we head back to our home. In Florida
To our little dwelling near the coast…
I’ll miss the mountains, the trees and the animals for sure
but I think I’ll miss our porch…the most.
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