Country Colored Memories
I find peace in visiting the greens
All kinds of animal life seen
The tranquility of it all
Winter, spring, summer to fall
The swaying willow tree
The first to bloom, but last to flee
It takes my breath away
Inside I dance and sway
As the years speedily move along
My greens view keeps me strong
From the greens, I’ll never stray
I’ve given my heart away
There is no match To the strawberry patch The sweet smell of a strawberry Much more than an apple or cherry Mama’s famous jams or jelly Mom’s preserves will fill my belly Picking strawberries as I sit in the row...
Waiting to watch Mama Waltz againSitting here waiting with all her friends Mama’s last waltz took her so far awayBut Mama will waltz back soon on another day Under the gazebo erected just for herThere she patiently waits for her...
The quilt was made from many squares Fabric from old dresses, or shirts, really from everywhere Cornerstones, layers, and colorful borders Carefully placed in a mindful order A quilter used her favorite group Then laid out her quilt on frames...
There’s Anger out thereAnger everywhere Boiling over like water in a potPeople acting like they should not Does anyone notice or careSeems they only stop and stare Anger riding highMaking Innocent ones cry Is there no end in sightSo much...
