Memories From My Porch Swing…

The View 


Through the years I’ve watched our trees that never seem to change.

Across the road,

where once our sons and neighbor children came to play

on stubby fields of meadow grass,

there grow trees and underbrush

so high

no pathways show.

Even now,

those boys and girls seem ever young.

My thoughts are filled with

visions of them playing there..

Hidden there midst oak and pine,

in memory,

there lies an open meadow.

Joyful youth played games

on long, 
hot summer  days

in full pursuit of life.


Those days and sights and sounds of living

never left my inner soul.

 Returning to this quiet place,
 from the porch swing

I relive those treasured days

of years gone by.

Gently swinging,

deep in thought,

memories return..

 I recall each day with love.

The day begins at summer’s dawn

and ends
 with muffled, evening sounds.

Nothing troubles,

thoughts abound, peace is found.

* * * * *


Now sixty short years have passed

and memories remain.

Our porch is now a deck.
 The swing remains a “porch swing.” 
“Deck swing” somehow cannot recall 
those precious times

of years gone by.

Three sons have grown to men.


 Two grandchildren and three great-grandchildren have added to the enjoyment

of this peaceful homestead.

The barn is now one hundred-two years old.

The house is eighty-three.

 In addition to our three boys and  grandchildren,
 this homestead

has entertained many animals and pets and gardens. (Or did they entertain us?)

The neighbor kids have grown. 

They now have children and grandchildren of their own.

Our son, Tim, passed away several years ago. 
Even so,

family love and cherished memories

will never change.




The porch swing now provides a peaceful place
 to remember

all the times of joy and sadness.

 We were sitting on the porch swing 
when the news of my Father’s death

came to us.


 We gathered here as a family
 to enjoy the wedding receptions of our sons,
 and to celebrate
 their high-school graduations.


We’ve entertained our friends at church picnics.

We celebrated birthday parties.
 Friends of our grown children 
have come to share an occasional Sunday afternoon

Memories are many…

from our porch swing.


My Husband, Don…April 22, 1930-February 24, 2017

And Laddie…

Photography By Mary Anne Tuck

Our second son, Tim, passed away in 2013.

Loved to write since high the years pass memories and relationships are primary. (There is also room for an opinion or two.) Feeling good at the age of eighty-five, enjoying life and a hobby of photography. Lived on a small farm for sixty-one years. welcomed three sons, two grandkids, and 3 greats. Owned and operated an Ace Hardware and Hallmark Shop, managing also to raise sheep for ten years. Shared sixty-two years of marriage before his passing in 2017. One son has also passed on to the next life, Memories really are "Made From This". Welcome to my world!

2 thoughts on “Memories From My Porch Swing…

  • February 9, 2019 at 7:45 pm

    I now have a deck swing that I love.

    • February 9, 2019 at 8:06 pm

      You will love it the longer you have it. It’s such a wonderful place in the early morning when all is quiet and the birds are starting to sing. Again, in the evening at dusk. Guess you can see I’m hooked on it. Thank you for liking and reading this one and I hope some of my other posts.


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