Analysis of My Grandparents' Carport

My grandparents’ carport, not quite catching to the eye
Holds many memories from when I was a small fry
I was young and ignorant and sheltered and safe
I would play in the yard beside, my knees would chafe

The leaves dragged on from my feet
The car pulling in after we’d gone to get treats
Walking out of the door to go get the newspaper
The creak in the hinges due to early morning vapor

The rusty brick separating the port from the bushes
The windchime clinking from the wind’s gentle pushes
A tiny garage that we never even open
The pavement leading out from it, where we made promises unbroken