Country Colored Memories
It was puzzles or cards
Playing Tag in the yard
No devices that distract
Our family was intact
We had Carefree days
It was our hillside way
Playing until dark
Our yard was our park
Country life was a slower race
We lived each day at our own pace
We picked bluebonnets or
Indian paints
Down the hill by grandad’s gate
Only, After We did our chores
Could We run out the front door
It was a place and a time in the past
Too bad those days could not last
Under the canopy of the big elm tree There’s excitement, a buzz in front of me Playful butterflies like kites in the skies Filling the longing in my eyes Dancing bees looking for plants Surrounded by a troup of army...
What put that smile on your face A memory of another time and place Put all hasty negative words away Close your mouth and keep them at bay Your words and thoughts belong to you So, watch what you say...
That day will come as a thief in the nightNot when we expect it but when it is right A world in chaos we inherited from the first manWho gave up paradise, God’s original plan A moment of independence is...