by: Shirley Satterfield
I have a plant that’s jumping up to the sky
To spy on the heavenlies as I lift my eyes up to the sun
And feelin’ a poem coming on.
Sitting on the porch is fun, hon.
I see that that the trees don a hint of Fall
While the leaves are dancing and having a ball
Swaying in the breeze while I’m sitting on the porch
And taking my ease. Sitting on the porch is fun, hon.
So I’ll just sit on the porch all day
And listen to the music of the world go by
While I give my housework a hardy GOODBYE,
It’s fun, hon.