NEW!--Special Feature Collaborative Poem--By Sara Kendrick--United States and Jack Horne--England

Out on the Porch

By Sara Kendrick--United States, and Jack Horne--England

Steel gray cotton balls hang suspended

Sky blue sky accents each ball

As the distant sun inches up

Realizing the roosters' call

An acorn loses its hold and falls

Lands upon the roof or barn

One ping upon the roof top

Shrill squeal as it tells a yarn

Dampness and cool opens this fall day

There's a stillness undefined

Life seems to move slowly forward

Good and evil seen intertwined

My breath is smoking on the frosty air,

the starry sky is inky black,

with distant smells of burning bramblewood:

reminders that will take me back.

A child again, I stand in happy awe,

and feel the magic of the night,

and picture Gran beside me, as before,

my hand in hers, my spirits bright.

A hooting owl disturbs the peaceful calm,

and then the chiming village clock...

it's time to go indoors, because I've found

the remedy for writer's block!