Evening, the most beautiful time of the day for me Standing on the porch, I breath in the mountain air The old wooden swing beckons me to rest my weary body Suspended with rusty chains, it hangs from the porch ceiling Back and forth, squeaking sounds reveal its age I sit here, reflecting with the fondest recollections
The valley, most beautiful place on God’s green earth Looking yonder one can see the mountains, like a fortress Majestic they are, surrounding the valley with color The sun and moon rising and setting behind those ridges I reckon not a more spectacular sight anywhere
The huge trees, relics of their longevity, here in the valley Many kinds of critters, make their home among the towering giants All creatures big and small live in harmony and balance Birds fly in and out of the trees, nesting, raising their young So, it is Ma and Pa built this log cabin long ago, to raise me
Pa told me Ma picked this spot to build their home She liked the brook and sound it made, especially evenings Now I realize why it appealed to her, it’s so calming Yes sir, makes you wonder where that old stream is headed Almost hear it speaking to me as it flows by
Pa and I fished all along these banks on the river Caught some mighty fine looking Brook Trout, I remember Pa’s old fishing hat and crewel He’d get those two things and Ma understood his intentions She sure knew how to fry those fish, I miss that
Many trips, carrying that river rock, to build the bridge of stone Pa made that special for Ma, gift of love to her he said Something she visualized early on, but never thought she’d get The look in her eyes when she saw it the first time They welled right up with tears, and she likely squeezed Pa to death
Learned a lesson that day, just a bit about how to treat a lady Just how appreciative a female can be when she’s treated right Ma and Pa were fine examples, how two in love should live They always put each other first and my needs above them Ma and Pa taught me unconditional love, learned from the best
Breaking the silence of the evening are the sounds of nature I can hear a wolf howling at the moon in the distance Insects are playing an evening symphony in the dark night With the darkness has come a slight breeze and smell of rain Indoor day tomorrow I reckon, I’ll have to make my own sunshine
Plan on retiring here someday, can’t come soon enough Spend my vacations here every summer, relaxing Before leaving I’ll pay my respects to the folks They’d be happy to know, I’ve kept this place My beautiful valley, best place in the world by Gloria Davis copyright February 25,2008