Grilling in the front yard

Grilling in the front yard

A Poem by Jon Roggie

Things have changed.
Houses no longer seem to come with a front porch.
Neighbors don't even know each other's name.
Home is only inside the doors.
I wonder.
If I set up a grill in the front yard,
  and obviously nothing fancy,
   would anyone stop by?
Granted,
 my neighbors on both sides would.
Well,
 maybe not one,
 but that is because of dietary restrictions.
Still,
 would anyone actually walk over?
This is something missing.
Society breaking down.
If I grill a hot dog,
 and you can see it,
   chances are you can have one.
Coals burning,
 bring over your own food.
Let the experience grow.
Then we can turn on some music.

© 2018 Jon Roggie


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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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