Her porch would breed the banter
And laughter swelled the planks.
Her garden lit by firefly
And fielded fancy flanks.
Afternoons by tea cup
Captured in her view.
Sun drenched mountain hilltops,
Snapdragons wet with dew.
Her porch would breed the banter
And laughter filled her fields;
An autumn born remembrance
With childlike faith revealed.
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