When swinging on the porch with a nice cool spring breeze,
Wind chimes start singing and green buds appear on the trees.
Birds join in the chorus as wasps look for a new nest.
Projects come to mind, but dreams of adding on is best.
There is always plenty to do, like whittle with my knife,
make a walking cane or sit on the porch with my wife.
Just sitting on the porch and watching the river flow by,
With my wife in the cabin reading or baking a pie.
Ducks swim up river in the morning, floating back at night,
looking for food along the shore while there is still light.
Evening fades as tree frogs began to sing their song.
Find a book, read some and off to bed before long.
Coffee and sitting on the porch with Rusty in my lap,
morning sounds and the aroma of biscuits has disturbed his nap.
Making plans for the day, for the work that needs done.
Cut the grass and weed before the heat and noon sun.
The river flows brown from a distant storm during the night.
And a hot cup of coffee makes the morning just right.
Evening has come with a few clouds in the blue sky.
Tall pines grow on the ridge where I watch hawks fly.
On a log across the river The Great Blue Heron stalks.
He cruses the river low and slow, not like the hawks.
As the fading sun lights the other shore, reflections I see,
in the calm water along the bank of the Coosawattee.