Front Porch Moments

I love to sit and chat with my neighbor Dot on her front porch. At the beginning of chapter nine in my book I included this poem I penned.   

It started with e-mail

The demise of snail mail

Our personal lives are right out there

Anything we’re likely to share

I guess we learned this from reality TV

We rant and rave 
and post pictures you can see

On Twitter you can tweet

On Facebook you retreat

On iPod there’s a beat

Real people you don’t meet.

With blogs I can rail

Dialogue will soon fail

Too slow but we can text

What will be the latest next?

Want no face-to-face strife?

Send pictures of your life
* On Skype I can gripe
*  On Flicker I can snicker
*  On Blue Tooth I tell the truth
*  On Link-in I can ring in
*  On Google Plus there's no fuss

The pace we live is sad
No front porch makes me mad.

We all need more time to chat about important stories in our lives and more time to pray for one another and be still before our God.

* Lines added to the book poem which Carol now uses in her Old Lady Raps.