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.
When your road is winding and longTake steps slowly and enjoy its song Look up and down and all aroundTake in the scenery and soothing sounds Some days we are a lonely soulHoping to find happiness, our goal Your Feet...
It happened on a warm late summer nightwe had just gone to bed and turned out all the lights back in the day, you could leave the door unlockedit was an age when neighbors would visit but didn’t need to...
Laundry day In a family, there is a lot of sharing A whole lot of taking, giving, and caring Fourteen children all take turns It makes sense someone gets spurned So, at the beginning of every laundry week I would...
