Country Colored Memories
They’re here! They’re here!
My Bobbing Robins to bring some cheer
I hear their noisy chirping at the window
I rush out before they fly and go
Their songs turn darkness into light
Making my face glow so bright
Porch get ready for my chair to rock
As I watch my Robins bobbin around the clock
The big iron bridge was just down the hillRight past grandads house and uncle Bill’s A big iron bridge two tons of guard railsWith arched curves and rivets your hand could trail It was decorated with heavy-girders and piersA place...
Some days, it seems we are a feather in the wind We start out somewhere, never knowing our end Can you gather the scattered feathers nowLong carried by the wind, I don’t see how We cannot recoup the year flow...
There was a Box fan that stayed in our open windowAnytime it could be heard as the humming would flow Throughout the house, you could feel the breezeHumming a familiar tune but on no particular key The sound would emanate...
Cute!