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.
Dignity wrapped in graceThe quiet smile on a face Dressed to the ninesHer walk is always refined No unpretentious movesA vision of her soothes Her clothes impeccableHer style unforgettable It was a different time and placeThat Era is gone. Not...
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...
I heard the wheels on the gravel as daddy drove up in his pickup truckI realized that now my time was close to being up I was sitting in the corner, I had been here for a whileAll afternoon when...
The memory of watching mama’s mouth turn upwards into a smileI have kept Safe through the years; it’s helped me thru life’s miles Even to this day, I can see Her smile, the image somewhat fadedIt was clear to me...