Celebrating Our Local Artisans - Betty Kossick

May 26, 1931 - February 2, 2022

In the summertime, I recall

The wooden porch and the swing;

Back and forth the easy movement,

Ah! finer than anything.

An old porch, with the creaking boards

Yet new paint on porch and swing,

“The annual dressuppin”

Mom insisted, every spring.

When the hot summer sun moved in,

Cooling on the porch was sweet

And the swing like a refuge place

Made the lazy days a treat.

The singing of the creaky chains,

Sort of like a soft lullaby,

Made any summer night so nice,

With a whistle, hum, or sigh.

Old ones, young ones, and babies, too,

All found the swinging sublime,

From spring to autumn every year,

But best in the summertime.

The porch and the swing gave comfort

When summer’s storm came brewing

We watched as the lightning cracked

Through the sky with rain pelting.

In summertime, I do recall

The wooden porch and the swing;

Back and forth the easy movement,

Ah! finer than anything.