Country Colored Memories
Every tree is its own story
Standing for decades void of glory
Swaying gently in the breeze
Bracing for winters freeze
Year after year, seasons change
Limbs and branches rearranged
Only when it’s cut for timber
counting rings to remember
How tall and luxuriant it used to stand
Languishing seasons with no helping hands
Necessary for the air we breath
Oxygen, storing carbon released through leaves
Provides food and shelter; beauty brings
Life would be difficult if trees were not a thing.
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...
Third Grade Third row Thomas had the face of a cherub. Miss Sheridan did not like playing favorites, but she could not help herself when it came to Thomas. When he spoke, it was perfect diction, as if he had...
It was a hard winter she survivedHoping, desiring for spring to arrive She practiced while the wind was blowingPirouettes, basic but beautiful turns flowing In her company a sea of bright pink sistersDancing, swaying, without any misters Some stay standing...