Front Porch Singing

Front Porch Singing short poem

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In the cool of the evening we’d gather ‘round
To lift our voices in joyful sound.
We’d tune our guitars to perfect pitch
And then the singing would commence without a hitch.
We’d sing of Jesus and His love
And our heavenly home up above.
The whip-po-will would join right in with its mournful cry
And the fireflies would light up the sky.
The katydids would blend right in as if to say,
“We want to join in with the singing and the music you play.”
The hours would quickly pass away
As the sun would set at the end of the day
And we would have to wait ‘til another evening
To do some Front Porch Singing

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