The Porch

Nine years ago, when I was looking for the house I wanted here in my hometown, I had found one that I really liked except that it didn't have a front porch. I remembered the house having a huge front porch but through the years it had been updated and remodeled, and the porch was built-in for an extension to the living room. It had many other features that were desirable.

We made arrangements to drive down and meet with the owners on a Saturday. Early on Friday morning, hubby woke me up and said “Get up we're going to Munday to look at a house”

“Well, gosh, Mr. H! We've already looked at the house!!”

He informed me this was another house that he had seen for sale in the hometown paper that we had received the day before.

To make a long story short, we drove to Munday and as we were driving up the street toward the house, I saw “THE PORCH”!

To make a long story even shorter, by 5:00 that afternoon we had bought the porch! And, I mean that literally. It was the porch I bought, not the house!

Of late, the most interesting thing to watch on T.V. is the weather channel. This morning I was listening to one of the many stories that have been told about the Greenberg, Kansas tornado.

A woman was interviewed that had made her way back into town to check on her mom and dad's home. Most of the house was gone but the porch was still there. She told how the family had gathered on that porch often, drinking lemonade and eating popcorn and sharing stories. That porch had been so meaningful to their family.

That's how I feel about my porch! I hope that if our town is suddenly taken away by a tornado, that my porch remains standing. Maybe volunteer workers can find a place to rest and have a cool drink.

On The Front Porch

by Summer Magic

Three creaky wooden stairs

Those squeaky rocking chairs

The well worn welcome mat

The lattice vines

The happy times

All I want to do

When the day is through

Is linger here on the front porch With you.

From the wicker swing

While the night birds sing

We'll watch the fireflies sparkin'

Do some sparkin' too.

How the hours fly

As the moon drifts by --

How sweet the air

As we stare

At the sight.

Oh! How I love to linger here like this

Hold your hand, and steal a kiss

Or two

On the front porch with you

All I want to do

When the day is through

Is linger here on the front porch With you

From the wicker swing

While the night birds sing

We'll watch the fireflies sparkin'

Do some sparkin' too(Some sparkin' too!)

How the hours fly

As the moon drifts by --

How sweet the air

As we stare

At the sight

Oh! How I love to linger here like this

Hold your hand, and steal a kiss Or two

On the front porch with you.