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
The hill where I lived as a small childlet me run free and even go wild The rocks were so big that we would climbplaying King of the mountain and singing nursery rhymes we were barefoot running up and down...
When I look into their facesThere are no tracesOf former times and places The anguish inside their headThey hold back because they dread So far away from their homeIt makes them feel so alone Just miles from us they areBut...
It was a cool late November day, as usual, mama loaded us all up, we got on our way I couldn’t tell you the conversation about any past trips, but that day something happened that I never forget Of all...
The wheelwright cut, chiseled, fashioned, and shaped. wheels from wood are what he made The craft of the wheel Wright was high in demand all of it made and shaped by his hand Over rocky roads carrying heavy loads that...