Porch

I look out
Across my
Porch soon
To be screened
At the trees at the
End if my little street
Across a field leading
To the clubhouse which
Looks out across the lake
My uncle Nat would have had
A great time boating on and I hear
Then see a carpenter building a
Fence to make it easier for me
To get up the incline minus a
Lower leg and forefoot but
Anxious to get around on
Errands much like my
Uncle Emerson but
A different hat in
Texas as I listen
To first all the
Birds then
The kids
Then I
Know
Not.