Here's my first attempt since hopping off the Poetry Bus (now permanently parked at the magazine stand) and jumping into the Poetry Jam. The prompt is "thunder and lightening," two of my favorite natural wonders! Thunder and lightening may not remind you of porch swings, but that's where memory takes me. You can read other Poetry Jammers here. Why not join us with some jam of your own?
At Fourteen
Nothing was better
Than a porch swing in summer
With the rain pouring, pouring
And a blanket on my shoulders
And me, pushing, pushing
And my voice singing,
Ringing louder than the thunder
And my dreams dashing,
Flashing brighter than the lightening
In the sky.
