It was such a quiet time Crickets chirping, nightbirds singing Just felt like the world was right Sitting on my porch, late last night Stars twinkling in the sky Wispy clouds, balmy air The moon shining silvery light Swinging on my porch, late last night Train whistle blowing long Trailing memories it its wake Red light swaying out of sight Reminiscing on my porch, late last night Soft thoughts in my mind All about the love we have Holding hearts and hands so tight Together on the porch, late last night Old, unpainted, padded swing Listening to the endless tales That were told with such delight Again, re-told, on the porch, late last night   © susi (Texaswishr@aol.com)   Watch these pages for more poems by susi. In the meantime, click the links below for poems and stories by our other authors. Back East The Lesson of the Floating Leaf Leaf Fall Home Is Where The Heart Is Bopper Tadpole, Tadpole Photographs Of Maine July Rain Fate's Finger And.......for many others, click the index image. Graphics by Marilyn http://graphicsbymarilyn.com graphicsbymarilyn@yahoo.com