PORCH

by Stephen - Taurus

WHEN THE SUN IS SET AND THE CLOUDS ARE PINK
I SIT OUTSIDE AND HAVE ME SOMETHING COLD TO DRINK
THE BREEZE IS JUST RIGHT AND THE STARS ARE STARTING TO PEEK
I JUST RELAX ONLY MOVING TO WIPE THE BUGS OFF MY FEET
THE RUSTLING OF THE TREES AND THE BUZZING FROM THE NATS
ARE THE ONLY THINGS I HEAR WHEN I LAY DOWN TO TAKE MY NAP
SO AS THE LIGHTS GO OFF AND ONLY THE FLAME IS LEFT TO FLICKER ON THE TORCH
I DRIFT AWAY IN MY OWN LITTLE WORLD OUT HERE ON MY PORCH

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2000-07-14 16:00:44
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:42:29
Poem ID: 56882

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