On porches bathed in brilliant sun
enduring friendships are begun
as neighbors air their hurts and joys       
and children learn to share their toys.
 
On moonlit porches, arm in arm,
sweethearts display romantic charm.
The night was made for them, it seems.
Love fills the air and starlight gleams.
 
On crowded porches trips are planned
by those who dream of surf and sand
or snow-capped mountains far away.
They'll have their respite, come what may.
 
On countless porches you will find
retirees resting weary minds.
They've other things than work to tend;
they're waiting for their second wind.
 
Old porches now in disrepair
attached to homes bereft and bare
still echo with the lives of those
who have gone on to sweet repose.


© by Janice Canerdy.
Used here with the author's permission.