Blue Porch Swing (Poem)
This poem was written by Amanda. I am only doing minor editing, and posting them with her permission!
Note to those who know how to write poetry: I'm not sure how to work with this enough so that it's accurate, I added a few bits of punctuation in areas I felt needed them. Please correct me via comment or private message if you know it's wrong! Thanks much!
Please also vote, good or bad, and comment why you think that way so I can tell the author what other people think. She cannot improve if she doesn't know what's wrong.
Please enjoy!
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A beautiful house where the bluebirds sing.
It's white with blue trim and a blue porch swing.
The aroma of plums and sweet tea all around
Lifts my feet from off the ground
I lay on the swing as I drift away
Into all my memories from before this day.
I love this house with the blue porch swing
And the beautiful bluebirds that always sing,
The taste of tea and a plum before noon,
And the touch of bluebonnets beginning to bloom.
This is a house where the bluebirds sing
It's white with blue trim and a blue porch swing.
Thanks to Cadius for a smoother reading.