Country Colored Memories
I go to my wildflower hillsidewhen I feel the need to hide Its where I pull some powerTo build my courage tower The days are uncertainThey reveal new curtains wildflowers dance andplayfully swaycolorful and vibrantsilhouettes sway My favorite above all, wildflowersThe Indian paintbrush never cowers The red and yellow headdressmellows my heart, I confess When…
Goldenrod, those shades of yellowflowing gently next to the willows a backdrop of a field of greennot more beauty have I ever seen She springs up in the summertimeA fluffy yellow, she works overtime She is sheltering for the butterfliesan array of colors to please the eyes Goldenrod, late bloomers they areThey are worth the…
There is a bareness in a winter snowfallExposing naked tree limbs from earlier fall Her natural look now encased in whitenessWinter Times darkness shows her brightness Everything laid barePeople walk with care Children anxious to meet her dressed for a chilly dayMolding snowmen and throwing snowballs in their childish, play The bareness of winter is…
I looked for you yesterdayBy now, you should be on your way The dark winter daysNow, stored away I welcome your sweet homecomingSo many days you have been roaming My ears ache for your melodious songsThe winters quietness seemed so long Mrs. Robin alert me to your presenceAt my window, your chirping essence It’s time…
As the wind blows through the half barren trees December sets in with a stiff but gentle ease The leaves left are blowingsoon they will be going Trees all bareI only stare A sadness settles in my mindI somehow can’t find The excitement in a barren treeThat others love to see A sign the season…
The cold set in silentlyovernightA grab for the coversI wrap tight The first foot hits the floorThe second goes down,a mad dash through the door warm socks now wrap my cold toesThe cold reaches now to my nose My remedy is to strap on a maskNow on to the next warming task I look at…
My handsome songbird entertains me every yearOn a branch outside my window, close enough to hear The songs are sometimes shrill but always pleasant Just loud enough to hear, his songs are my daily present Spring and summer, your song box enthrallsMy heart has gotten attached to your sweet melodic call Wintertime takes you far…
All flowers get their name from someplace. So is the case with the Bouncing Betty Soapwort. Meet Betty to know the influence she had on this fragrant tough little plant. What happened when Betty was bouncing around on the Prairie? Betty left an indelible footprint for pioneering women who would follow her same trail. Discoveries…