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 view from my front porch swingIt is a soul-soothing thing In the ballet, the hummingbirds danceTheir flapping wings put me in a trance it is hard to look awaywhen the squirrels are at play I watch the turtles slowly...
They say that if you look at a photo long enough you Can sense the feelings of the people at that juncture of their life. Perhaps that’s true to some extent. As I looked back in time at a particular...
It’s funny the memories I thought carefully tucked away came to life for a few brief moments on this quiet rainy day A faint glimmer of red and gold Flashing colors hurrying to unfold Ears of corn, some yellow, some...