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
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...
The tundra swan so I am toldIs the largest of the water birds So beautiful she is in the water and airCauses passerby’s to stop and stare She’s aquatic with webs between three front toesIt’s how she swims when the...
Home is a collection of things we loveFighting against the odds and rising above A place to hang all kinds of hatsVisiting neighbors starting up chats Watching children playing in the yardA time when life was rarely hard Home is...
Spurs and bootsCowboy hoots Cowboys Saturday nightDrinks and barroom fights Monday morning bluesPulling on cowboy shoes Lots of Leather and rawhideShouts in the air as they ride Rounding up little moosForgetting Monday morning blues The boots pointed toesHelped fit the...