Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Soon time for all its trouble takes Each share of joy or strife And from collected echoes makes The picture of a life W...

Oh, what joy to be a boy Carefree as the wind that sweeps Through the woodland while he sleeps Oh, what blis...

We love our boys. Their noise, Their toys, Their vim, Their grin, A Mother’s joys Yes, we love our boys. Be it...

It’s happening; you’re leaving me Time sheds its guarded subtlety It fills the timbre of your voice I must concede; I have no choice Y...

There’s no such thing as a bad boy Oh, when they come into this world They all are pure and precious Red faces and little toes curled ...