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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The front porch: 12 of 62

My grandma's front porch I remember it well the hot days of summer and gardenia bloom's smell The place that aunts gathered shelled peas and shucked corn, told stories and laughed, and the kittens were born An escape from the sun to drink cool lemonade a break from the noise and the games that we played Enjoying the relief of a rare summer breeze It's the place that we patched scraped elbows and knees The sound of windchimes and the squeaky screen door The rocking chair's creak on the chipped-painted floor The place we could hide From sudden rain showers Make necklaces of clover and hats f...
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