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.
I sit in quiet solitudeReflecting on my present mood My thoughts are on my brothersMy sisters and my mother The times we...
When life disappoints you, Look for the good There’s much ugly out there, so why should you brood You already know what you...
Through the agesMany footprint pages God’s book becomes filledAs lives quietly are stilled Leaving their DNA blueprintFor a spectacular future event Generations...
Watching June bugs on a warm summer nightThey hit the window pane as they dance to the lighton a lazy June bug...