Country Colored Memories
At the end of the road in the back of the woods
Amongst a setting of allure a log cabin stood
Someone’s dreams and hopes wrapped up
In a one-room cabin with a couple of plates and cups
Meager necessities, what does one need
When your the only mouth in the house to feed
A life of solitude in a cabin built on a hill
With only nature surrounding you to instill
A question in your brain goes through you
Perhaps life would be better shared by two
An Indian name is woven from the fabric of their birth From nature or a characteristic, or a trait for what that’s...
When I was a small girl of sevenI lived in the country. That’s all I knew then Daddy would drive mama to...
Every tree is its own story Standing for decades void of glory Swaying gently in the breeze Bracing for winters freeze Year...
If you are looking for me today,follow our path. You know the way past the grapevines sitting by the ridgeyou’ll find me...
A beautiful poem. love it