Micro Poetry in the Garden ~ Uncomplicated Things
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Simple Reflection
sitting on the porch swing
powered by just me
the big springs squeaking
in time to the back-and-forth
watching the clouds
powered by just wind
changing from white to
pink to gray as evening fades
into night
rhymeswithbug 
I love this. So many times I have sat and watched the same thing – simple and profound.
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I miss my porch swing which was my therapy when i still had room for it.
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The simpleness of just being in the moment with the clouds to view…love it
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Love this!💘 There is such a palpable sense of tranquility in your verse!💘
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You’ve convinced me with this lovely poem to go over the village green and sit on a swing! Thanks for the push, Candy!
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It is the simple reflection which often times makes sense in a complicated life.
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I would love this experience. Must get a porch! :o]
Anna :o]
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Simple. Simple and beautiful. Swinging and cloud watching.
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I would love a porch swing… but maybe I can see the clouds turn pink anyway.
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A snapshot evening moment. Love this!
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Truly lovely.
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I love nothing better than sitting on the porch swing and cloud dream.
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…the sounds of summer – porch swing, crickets, indoor chatter, soft breeze… lovely.
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