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
My handsome songbird entertains me every yearOn a branch outside my window, close enough to hear The songs are sometimes shrill but always pleasant Just loud enough to hear, his songs are my daily present Spring and summer, your song...
What’s in a hope chestSomething special not like the rest She puts inside some small treasureSomething she bought that brought her pleasure How will she fill it in the coming yearsAs her day approaches, she has some fears She quietly...
When life becomes like a gentle breezeAll people happily talking with ease No tensions in everyday lifeNo persons are causing ugly strife As the smells of good food float in the airChildren Are eating without having to share Life in...
The little yellow school bus came to the house each daypicking up us children and carrying us away Off we went to the little country schoolback when I was little and I thought school was cool Mr. Socks was what...