Country Colored Memories
It is the blank pages
The Lost Children’s stages
Days of laughter
That filled my rafters
It hit my brain
That is my sad refrain
What was missing
My constant wishing
The sounds of giggles
The playing and wiggles
Sweet smiling faces
No stressful traces
So deathly quiet
I miss the riots
Those days have now gone
No more happy songs
Old age moves along…
Before the last leaf begins to fall When the colors seem to reach ten feet tall Cascading like an artist palette Unending hours I could frequently visit Watching endless colors and hues Reflecting from the waters view On a bridge...
The big iron bridge was just down the hillRight past grandads house and uncle Bill’s A big iron bridge two tons of guard railsWith arched curves and rivets your hand could trail It was decorated with heavy-girders and piersA place...
There was a time back whenA bunch of older gentlemen Sat together on an old town benchClose as can be within an inch Telling tales, they could rememberOf former times when they were younger Maybe the time they caught the...
Bare earth exposed to the winda swirling of dust The particles ascend Man’s inhumanity to manLike a choking dust fan When man stirs up a dust stormThere’s no way to hurry it along When Man put his hand to the...