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
I remember the day little brother Bobby disappearedWe had been outside playing but now we all feared It started like any other dayabout five of us kids had gone out to play hide and seek was our favorite gamewe had...
Lifes miles are years in the making.sound, voices, patterns, relationships making sometimes it’s a simple thing; it doesn’t take much to inventyou’re never questioning why because you’re living in the moment, You are caught up in taking in life,dealing with...
On a windy October dayI was almost blown away But the oak tree nearbyCaught my eye, and I sighed I hugged it real tightThe wind was a frightI hung on to the Oak and put up a fight But the...
Mollybeesmemories readers: I appreciate your interest and support in this blog site. I added a translator to include my distant readers.I write about things I remember from my childhood, mainly from the nineteen fifties and sixties. I also love nature...