Country Colored Memories
The king of all the Butterflies
The Monarchs were prominent but also wise
Instinctively she plays her part
Up to 4 inches long and a work of art
The Monarch will begin to embark
Traveling Thousands of miles in the sky
Orange and Black will catch your eye
Flying high without a care
Down to Mexico to winter, there
She’ll lay eggs in the milkweed. They’ll start growing
it is how she keeps her generation going
The Monarch Butterfly
A beautiful treasure in the sky
The little yellow school bus came to the house each daypicking up us children and carrying us away Off we went to the little country schoolback when I was little and I thought school was cool Mr. Socks was what...
My sweet mother lived during the great depression it should’ve left that sweet child with a bad impression she later lived through a school building explosion at a neighboring school killing her small friends Ones she would never see again...
Let’s go sailingmaybe whaling on the oceanwater motion There’s no highwayTo get in our way the breeze blows us therewe can float anywhere let’s go sailingWith sunshine trailing white mast flying highas we quickly sail by Share on Social Media...
I loved blackberry picking in the morning right before it got sunny Because it wasn’t only fun but yielded cobblers that we’re yummy A ripe blackberry is a deep black if it is plump and full It will pull free...