Days Gone By

On my walk the other day I saw something that I haven't seen in a long time. There was this house in my neighborhood with a front porch. On this front porch were chairs, and in those chairs were two couples - sittin', hangin' out, talkin', killing time. This brought back a flood of summertime memories and inspired my latest poem. I titled it "Days Gone By".

Days gone by

Hot summer nights

Barefoot and chillin'

Underneath Southern lights.

Days gone by

Front porch we're a'sittin'

Swattin' at dem flies

Fresh lemonade a'sippin'.

Days gone by

Ice cream homemade

Peach-flavored and delicious

By the oak tree shade.

Days gone by

Fireflies a'dancin'

In a little while

Couples are romancin'.

Days gone by

At a snail's pace

Much ado about nothing

No worries 'bout life's race.

yeah...those good 'ole days gone by.