THE WRITERS PORCH
The porch its self was long and wide
the ceiling oh so high.............
a swing, a glider, two straight chairs
eight rockers side by side...........
Somewhere in the midst of these
a faded wing back chair.......
where the Mistress of the porch
held court...........
Her wisdom, she did share
On a daily basis they would come
to gather on her porch........
some read, some sang, some just
took notes................
while others taped her voice......
For she had achieved what they
had not.......books that were in print
her wisdom and experience...........
were the porch's
main event...............
Miss Caroline's writers porch is a memory........held so dear,
the sight of her can still be seen...sitting in her chair......
I've no doubt .....there are many , writers just like me.........
who dream of having their own porch
where writing reigns supreme..........
copyright 1991/2009 Carol Murdock
Cannot be copied without permission
9 comments:
Saw you on Katherine's blog and wanted to stop in!
Thank you Blonde Duck !
Wow! What a beautiful tribute - and I can picture it so perfectly! Glad I stopped by.
I sometimes have problems understanding poems, but this one is lovely.
I would have liked to sit on Miss Caroline's Porch and pass a warm summer day! How beautifully expressed!
Lovely tribute, I can offer you my porch, if you'd like ;)
Lovely!!!! Reminds me of the porches of the big old houses of my grannies and assorted others that I recall from my youth.
Heck! I live in a big old house with a big front porch. I hope the kids in my neighborhood remember Ms. Kay's porch.
Thank you all for reading and commenting on this post.
This poem originally written in 1991 is, as I'm sure you guessed, the inspiration for both my E-Mail screen name and my Blog name.
This blog is:"My Writers Porch" and all of you are the welcome visitors!
What a wonderful accolade to what seems to have been a remarkable lady.
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