Welcome to Front Porch Memories! Here you'll find my memories of times past.
Sitting on the front porch rocking back and forth, I
think of all the things I should be doing but ain't.
Then I think this is too fine a spring evening for
such heavy thoughts as this. So I tip my head back and
contemplate the sky instead. Wow look at those clouds
roll by. Is that a horse or just a fluffy marshmallow
Sitting on the front porch rocking back and forth as
the silence of a falling day slowly cloaks the noise.
I listen to the birds call chittering back and forth.
Wonder what bird it is that makes that strange "Woo
Hoo Hoo Hoo" call? And listen there's another bird
saying "peep peep".
Sitting on the front porch rocking back and forth
watching the birds fly home to rest. Then there comes
a lowly gnat flying way to close to the ground cause
here comes Boo abounding to try and catch the poor
You know if you listen really carefully you can pick
out the different sounds as the night falls....there's
the sounds of the birds, the sound of children playing
a little ways away, the sound of running feet as they
play hide and seek, and the ringing of horseshoes
Sitting on the front porch rocking back and forth I
hesitate and prolong the moment when I must go inside.
'Cause it's so wonderful sitting here smelling the
earth smells of new mown grass and fresh dirt after a
gentle spring rain. But the longer I wait I know what
my destiny will be cause you see when night comes THEY
come. The dratted mosquito with their blood thirsty
thirst looking for nice flesh to latch on to.
So hurrying in from my front porch I must go till
another spring evening when I can again go to my front
porch and rock back and forth.
When you sit on a front porch, your mind automatically
goes back to childhood days. A time when life was
easier and slower. I remember my Grandma's porch swing
and that special "creak creak creak" it made as you
swung back and forth. Every summer vacation we spent
in VA. Those wonderful summer vacations spent playing
all day with the cousins...Barbie's with JoAnn, tag
with the boys, running here and there exploring the
woods, hunting for blackberries and blueberries up on
the pipeline 'cause this time for sure we would have
enough for Grandma to make cobbler. Of course that
never happened we ate more than we put in the pails.
And then of course it wouldn't be nightfall without
hide n seek. All us kids at least 10 of us whooping
and hollering away. It was the one time we could act
like heathens and Mom didn't care.
And then that special time came when it wasn't quite
bedtime yet but it was too dark to see who you were
tagging. Then one after another all the cousins would
gather around Mom as she rocked on the swing. 'Cause
now was the extra special time of Mom telling ghost
stories. We were like moths to a flame. Everyone
floating in from hinder and yon. There was the old
standby of "The Man With the Golden Arm" and the tale
of the ghost of Horseshoe Bend. No matter how many
times we heard the stories they still gave us chills
and we still sat inraptured. And in the background the
old porch swing added it's creak creak creak.
The old house and the old porch swing are gone now but
how nice to think back each time I sit on my front
deck in my glider and rock back and forth.