Country Colored Memories
The Dance of the Falling LeavesAs The wind picks up, leaves shake and pranceBlowing every way doing a colorful dance Each leaf is different from the otherCreating a beautiful prism of color But their dance won’t last for longAs they artfully float along Soon, they’ll end up on the groundWatch the colorful dance while found…
Indian Paintbrush The Navajo women saw beauty all around She would weave the flower she saw growing on the ground Her poles were staked out and measured to height On the upright looms, no moving parts to fight Her eyes would slowly look To the subject, she undertook Her hands moved too and fro A…
Bull shoalsOn the shoreline of the Bull ShoalsRaised the bodies of three small souls In silence, they’ve rested thereNot to have seen worldly cares There could have beenNow losses, not wins Sweet innocent girlsSuch lives are not unfurled In a cemetery washed whiteOn a dusty road out of sight We remember them stillOh lives are…
Some days, the memories flowOn other days, no thoughts will show The mind is such an incredible thing, and yet it can be so fragileThe edges of clarity it can bring, then shadows invade for a while The days and weeks fly hurriedly byHappy days that turn into sighs I will write while I rememberThings…
The sultry days of summer wind downLeaves lying brown on the moist ground The subtle green huesThey drowned out the blues Now only soft oranges and redShouting out loud beauty is up ahead The colors of the leaves of fall take up a country mileYour eyes take in colors, and you feel your mouth smile…
Just a faded memory lurkingIn my brain Savored for a momentsuch a sweet refrain Takes me back to yesteryearA glimpse of time so clear Mother’s voice says, stand still boysThere’s plenty of time to play with toys Blue Jeans brand spanking newFour little boys, with no socks or shoes Standing by the house all smilesA…
I never had my heart stolen by anyone so grandas when I was three and discovered my sweet granddad my memories only go back to when I was threethat was my first real memory that to this day I can see mama said my granddad gave me my namewhen I was bornshe had another name…
Brand new Blue Jeans Just a faded memory lurkingIn my brain Savored for a momentsuch a sweet refrain Takes me back to yesteryearA glimpse of time so clear Mother’s voice says, stand still boysThere’s plenty of time to play with toys Blue Jeans brand spanking newFour little boys, with no socks or shoes Standing by…
Mama, I will see you soon I think of you every June You left us in the summertime The details imprinted on my mind I remember the conversations exchanged siblings gathered around our voices strained Daddy’s head hung low on your last days Clinging to the memories of all your ways Gathered around your bed…
Funny how you remember that dayGuess old dreams came out to play Standing by the corner of the houseWaiting for brothers to come pounce Summer days begin echoing no more days of schoolTime to head to the creek, our countryside pool Seems so very many long years agoI guess it is hard to accept, time…