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
In the Well House at grandads place In the summer you would see my happy face There was a water pump in the middle, on the side was a spout I would push the handle up and down until cold...
There is contentment in colors absorbed by my eyesThe brilliance of the different blues in the sky-high The purple hues bouncing from the backdrop of the mountainsFrothy white that whirls and swirls from a spouting water fountain Yellow daisy’s in...
I don’t remember ever utteringThe words I’m bored or any other such thing Having to do with a lack of entertainment for the dayI had too many rocks and trees around in which to play The voices of my siblings...
Cute!