My back porch
Really isn't a porch at all
Although it used to be one.
It's a storage shed for me
And a junk room/freezer space,
Which one day will be gone.
The new back porch
Still waiting its time
Will circle around the house.
The old wood stove
Will stand out there:
The one Maw left to my spouse.
It may be sooner
It may be later
But the porch will someday be done;
And when it is finished
And everythng in place,
All 'round the house it will run!
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