There’s nothing like a screened-in porch
To help me to relax.
It brings to me a comfort
My apartment surely lacks.
The birdsong and the swishing leaves,
The swaying of the trees,
Combined with the caresses
Of the gentle summer breeze
All add up to such a fine retreat
That, on this lovely day,
Every stressor in my life is somehow
Swatted clean away.
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