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
Billie Joyce Billye Joyce Payne Second Grade A week before the explosion, my mom packed our meager belongings, and we moved in with grandma and grandpa Payne. Grandma had taken ill, and my mother wanted me close by for them....
Amazing that a 5×5 squareStrategically placed here and there Placed together in a row and sewed patientlyWill become a beautiful quilt for someone else to see Maybe from a favorite childhood dressPacked away for years not worn but cherished none...
There’s a haunting sound of the train on the tracksConstantly rolling down the line, Then races right back That Chug a chug a soundrolling on thin metal, shaking the ground the train car loaded with the graincausing the echoing of...
Daddy played the fiddle Children happily dancing in the middle Round and round we would go As daddy played, he tapped his toes Cowboy boots would scoot To daddy’s rooty toot toot Saturday night affair Daddy’s music filled the air...