Country Colored Memories
Bullfrogs Serenade
I heard the voice of a bullfrog
as I approached, he jumped on a log
a funny, deep tuba sound
water amplified his croak all-around
a lazy day in June
I enjoyed my tuba tune
bullfrog’s singing on a sunny afternoon
I hate for them to leave so soon
I watch them as they hop away
what’s left for me to say
There were rows and rows of the bright pink roseIt filled up my senses and tickled my nose From the roof of his house hung a honeysuckle vineStrung up out back by the old clothesline There wasn’t anything my grandad...
What put that smile on your face A memory of another time and place Put all hasty negative words away Close your mouth and keep them at bay Your words and thoughts belong to you So, watch what you say...
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...
