The Old Back Porch

I’m sitting on the old back porch

It’s wood roof shelters me

A painted Adirondack chair

And bench to rest my feet

This Cabin’s peeled log handrails

Fitted firmly to their posts

I sip my morning coffee

To this day I’ll drink a toast

For where on earth could I be now

With better views than this

My cabin porch above the creek

When I go I will miss

As seasons change this picture

Framed so nicely in my view

I’ll treasure mornings on this porch

Enjoying all that’s new

Some mornings squirrels and birds eat berries

From the vines below

Long bridal trail beneath bent oaks

Lay next to where they grow

The crisp cold air of autumn

Turns my breath into a fog

I clasp my coffee in both hands

Before its warmth is gone

Each time I’ve rested in its arms

This old porch where I’m drawn

I feel that I’ve seen heaven

On this earth before I’m gone

Inspiration

Written while thinking about the wonderful views from the old back porch of Cabin #1, the Keddie Resort