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.
Tin Cans were a big part of the games we used to playIf you ask any kid from the 50s and the 60sI’m sure that’s what they’ll say Back then children had fewer toys in which to playSo we used...
I spied the flowers from the roadWhat caught my eye was the gold Yellow sunshine in a fieldIn their centers, chocolate filled Black-eyed Susan is their nameAttracting Butterflies their claim to fame It’s the simple things in life I findThat...
You could see the pain in dads eyesAs children, we asked him so many whys The answer to our questions askedHe answered through pain masked I did not realizeThe pain in dads eyes It wasn’t from answering our questionsBut was...
The sea of humankind is restless, and it stirs up muck and mire Slinging ugly everywhere, it never seems to tire In the seas, its hands are pain and deathNegligently Choking out humankind’s last breath Greed and lust are humankind’s...