Oh! The Porches You’ll Sit upon and it’s quite a big deal
In the wee little Hamlet, known to us as Rock Mills!
If you live here you’ll want to be called a Porch People
Most of them worship under our great big steeple.
We happened to stop for a short, meet and greet.
We sat on a porch and man it was sweet.
It could have been any big porch, anywhere.
But it was Marcie's porch and her big rocking chair.
The men, women, and children all sat and they chattered
About everything under the sun that mattered
Cars passing by all blew their horns loud
And Marcies' porch now held quite a crowd.
The cookouts, the showers, the auctions a ball
Then Santuck, and Christmas, Thanksgiving, the mall
There’s Gedneys, there’s yard sales, there is so much to do
I love every minute spent with the Porch People crew.
I love it when Sherry or Marcie will say
We have something special to do Saturday.
I am fortunate to be living right here
With special Porch People whom I love so dear.