May we never forget those who fought/fight for freedom to enjoy 'a hard hat and a hammer'!
He grumbles that the food was cold
The price too high
And portions small
He fumbles for loose change
His cell phone rings
He takes the call
Outside the door the sunshine pools
In golden puddles
On the walk
The crossing guard waves from her post
A morning fixture
On the block
The laughter of a little child
And mother lingers
On the air
‘Fill ‘er up’ and ‘hey, what’s new’
‘My, how time flies’
Tongue’s common fare
We punch the clock to pay our bills
And marvel at
How swift kids grow
And no one thinks about a field
All lined with crosses
Row on row
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!