The breeze was gently blowing against my face as I sat on the front porch of the old general store. Three large trees stood to the left of it and I watched their long limbs swaying in the pleasant afternoon breeze. The limbs grew out a long way from the tree trunk and bent down at the tips, some almost to the ground. It was a very pleasant place to be sitting.
The old retired church pew, on which I sat, felt very comfortable. I doubt that it had ever felt this good to many when in the church. My back was toward the road and I faced the stores front wall, for in this position I could feel the most breeze. It was a perfect day for just relaxing and being thankful for what one has and has had in the past, then having great hope for the future.
An occasional vehicle passed by taking people to visit family or friends and no telling where else.
Life in these parts seemed to be good although many complaints about high prices of food, gas, clothing, and building materials were heard. Most took time to visit one another and relax.
I felt this day should go down in history. Of course, it will not, for no great disaster happened, no earth shattering accomplishment manifested itself. Yet to me it was one of the greatest days I have ever seen or heard of. For there I sat at peace with myself, with my creator, I felt, and wishing no harm upon any person or thing in the world I knew. Truly this was a great day.
The soda water thermometer read 91 degrees but the breeze made it feel much cooler. Someone should write a poem about this day, I thought.
The breeze is cooling.
The day is fair,
The day is fair,
As I sat relaxing
In the afternoon air.
Limbs on the large trees
Sway to and fro.
My contented feeling
I wish all could know.
The full front porch
On the old general store
Has a retired church pew
Which see Bible School no more.
It sits very nicely
Here in the shade.
I thank the Lord
For this day he made.
This place is as good
As any that I see
To speak to the Lord
Just between He and me.
A. L. Shipman Jr.
1984
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