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
Be present and ClearHave trusted friends near Some days I’m lost and goneI pull up a happy memory song The days rolled...
There’s Anger out thereAnger everywhere Boiling over like water in a potPeople acting like they should not Does anyone notice or careSeems...
The early mills had paddle wheels, Very simple no whistles and bells The paddle wheel was attached to a shaft not too...
Just a faded memory lurkingIn my brain Savored for a momentsuch a sweet refrain Takes me back to yesteryearA glimpse of time...
