Country Colored Memories
Days roll by
no times for hi’s
youth is blinding
no wrinkles binding
no limits on days
just hours we play
youth on our side
doors open wide
running carefree
so much to see
laughter and tears
passing of years
as it winds down
wishes not found
memories unwrap
From photos in my lap
my tears trickle down
my voice lost its sound
I muster a smile
In the photograph mile
A smile crosses my face
Because I’m still in the race
There was no privacy on a party-line if you were conversing with a friendanyone could pick up the phone and listen in we never had a smartphone in our pocketall the girls kept the boys’ numbers in their lockets Our...
All kids love to climb up treesIt’s not just an activity for the bees What can you spy, from way up highOn a limb in the Oaktree I can see everything from up herebut no one can see me Climbing...
As she told the stories, I could not help but think of how cleansing a thing it had to be for her. My mother had lived in a lovely house until the beginning of the Great Depression. The stock market...