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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It was bound to happen, he had taken chances before.Always playing in the street with his friendsbut this day is where his life would end. I saw them earlier running here and there,chasing their enemy causing her some fear One...
He shows up at your house one fine morningA lion softly roars, but Now not for warning You run outside and Plop down at his sideHe tips his head, and his big eyes open wide Your hand reaches up to...
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...
Some mornings I sit in the sunon a rock by my houseNo brothers or sisters;it’s quiet as a mouse I sink my feet in the smooth sun-warmed sandHolding rocks and little sticksand tin cans in my hands The big rock...