Country Colored Memories
I will take butterflies and flowers
Over mansions and high towers
Open fields where wildflowers grow
A tiny little garden I can hoe
The sounds of the songbirds
Tree frogs croaking heard
Blue skies that appear endless
The Honeysuckle smell tickles my senses
The noises around me only sedate
Unlike man’s on my nerves, grate
Find your corner of security
The one that’s free and healthy
I enjoy my afternoon butterfly high
I wait with my camera for them
to
fly
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There are times in your lifewhen you should walk awaybecause of something uglya person might say sometimes it’s best not to replytheir goal may be to make you cry in times like these bowyour head and pray and let them...
The Clothesline Mom hung out laundry on the old clotheslineUnderwear dancing in the wind was just fine Clothespins fastened the clothes real tightPants on the left and shirts on the right White sheets flapping made a distinctive soundJust hanging out...
Brother Danny got new boots when he turned four, Mama bought Danny’s boots from the cowboy store when little Danny pulled on his boots he found that he could do a boot scoot Danny Boot scooted across the kitchen floor...
Why do people become nostalgicThe brain fires up, and there’s a hit memory banks open widescenes poor out that cannot hide days of oldcolors me gold Shining days come thrutrying to break free from blue Those summer days on dusty...