Porch Swing

The squeak and then squeaking of unoiled squeaks
Reminds me of porch swing days of my youth.
I miss worn faded swing cushions on muggy buggy days;
Ice cream leaking on toes and swinging away.
 
Couldn’t hide from the world; I’d spend most the day
Swinging 'lone watching cloud actors in a sky play.
On the porch again, grandma to wipe up the leaks
Between squeak and then squeaking of unoiled squeaks.

Here's Grandma Dorothy on her squeaky Porch Swing.