BACKPORCH CHIMES Once Upon A Time....life was a simple rhyme; As oft winds blew the 'Back Porch Chimes,' Children grew with innocent grace, Unlike now we knew our place, Little things gave such a pleasure, bubbles, and mudd-pies were our treasures. All we had was slow sweet time, and hundreds and hundreds of trees to climb. Grandmas' house-our own paradise, we'd visit all summer not once or twice. Her rules were strick and stern, yet were made with love so that we would learn. I long to return way back when... peaceful pleasures gave such a grin. Snapping beans on the front yard swing, Holding Grandmas' hand in Church as we'd sing. The memories of this wonderful place, always return with such elegant grace. The mudd-pies the bubbles, the trees' we climbed.... And I can still hear the wind against the Back Porch Chimes....
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