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…
The big iron bridge was just down the hillRight past grandads house and uncle Bill’s A big iron bridge two tons of...
The Navajo woman saw beauty all around She would weave the beauty she saw growing on the ground Her Poles staked out...
It is funny how only when we’re older we recount timeIt always seems to be only good things, days sublime Stories mother...