As he sat on the front porch
Rocking back and forth on the swing
There was a chill in the air
Even with the arrival of spring.
He was a simple poet
A bystander on the road of life
Explaining what he felt
The joys and the strife.
Writing about simple pleasures
Like the smell of a flower
The way love makes you feel
Or the sadness when it goes sour.
The laugh of a child
Memories of long ago
Back when we weren't in a hurry
We questioned what we didn't know.
The poet sat and wondered
About the coming of spring
And in the distance
He heard a church bell ring.
Of all the words he'd written
All the topics, every line
If he never wrote another word
That to would be fine.
But he continued
For it was in his heart
Words he needed to say
Those feelings would always be a part.
So he got up after awhile
Turned to go inside
It'd been a long journey this life
But he wouldn't have missed the ride.
(c)2008 T. La Fountain