When I was about 3, my grandfather used to give me and my sister a nickel to sit out on the front porch with him and sing songs.
When I was about 3, my grandfather used to give me and my sister a nickel to sit out on the front porch with him and sing songs.
With Jackson there was quiet solitude. Just to sit and look at the landscape. An inner quietness. After dinner, to sit on the back porch and look at the light. No need for talking. For any kind of communication.
I'm an old-fashioned guy... I want to be an old man with a beer belly sitting on a porch, looking at a lake or something.
I actually do my own renovations. I designed and built a 100-foot split-cedar rail fence to enclose my property. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Don't recommend doing it alone. I also built a 100-square-foot back porch. Again, don't recommend doing it alone.
I'm not the type to sit on the porch and watch life go by.
If you let a bully come in your front yard, he'll be on your porch the next day and the day after that he'll rape your wife in your own bed.
It's much easier for me to make major life, multi-million dollar decisions, than it is to decide on a carpet for my front porch. That's the truth.
I wanted to be that cranky old guy that stands on his porch and yells at the neighborhood kids.
Pale, beyond porch and portal, Crowned with calm leaves, she stands, Who gathers all things mortal With cold immortal hands.
The first time I met Ray, I was going to school around the corner from his house. One day, he was playing the piano. I eased up on the porch to listen to him.
The night I announced I was getting married, Daddy paced for hours on the porch.
My joking answer to this question is that I leave a bowl of milk out on the back porch every night for the Idea Fairy. In the morning, the milk is gone and there's a brand-new shiny idea by the bowl.
When I was a junior, boys were allowed to come visit me at the house. We could sit on the porch until about 8 o'clock at night; that's when it started getting dark. That was it.
I'm not going to sit on the porch of the old anchorman's home with a drool cup.
One day, my youngest uncle - the other one who was first to go to college, Randy - and I were sitting out on the front porch. And he was brilliant. He ended up - he just retired from Boeing Aircraft in Wichita, Kansas.
I think it rains; That tongues may loosen from the porch; Uncleave roof tops of the mouth, hangheavy with knowledge.
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