Front Porch Review
A literary magazine for the young at heart and mind

I remember rising out of the earth
full of lust and color
playing with the stars
learning apple blossoms
tasting mint, parsley and thyme

The wind brought rain
the scent of lilacs traveled
throughout the land
I was carried to the robin's rest
and heard music from the seas.

We were all newly made then
before the sun gave measure
to every living thing. We lost ourselves
in rows of corn playing catch me if you can,
unaware, without care, we ate the sun -

With little warning our green world
turned golden
I threw my arms around the flaming maple
and carved my name.

By Jo Stewart

Jo Stewart: “Retirement has been an opportunity to have the time to read great books, to share with contemporaries and to write poems when the muse visits."