The Front Porch Swing

I’ve been thinking about my grandparents lately.  Something about summertime stirs up memories of family reunions,   the shade of a huge oak tree and the sound of an old country house at night.  One of Mamaw and Papaw’s favorite places was  the swing on their front porch.  It seems like every time we drove into Belmont for a visit,  they were waiting on that swing.  Each evening we would gather on the front porch and the two of them would sway back and forth, side to side, on their personal wooden throne.  I can still hear the mesmerizing sound of the chain slowly moving.