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
When your road is winding and longTake steps slowly and enjoy its song Look up and down and all aroundTake in the scenery and soothing sounds Some days we are a lonely soulHoping to find happiness, our goal Your Feet...
There’s a cabin on a hillside ridgepast the old weathered wooden bridge The view of a green valley belowWith wildflowers being my show A creek nearby with clear waterTime flies fast, and it doesn’t matter Planting seeds for a feast...
Sometimes requests are simple yet complexAnswers hidden deep, the heart becomes vexed Deception is a game of no winnersYes, you say, we all are sinners Kindness is born in the heartUgliness simmers in the dark Your Lies can be erased,...