Rhythmic Stories

Few things I find more comfortingAs the soothing balm Autumn brings After the heat of Summer endsI look forward to falls chilly winds As Fall sweeps my blues awayfinally, finding some happy days Even though the season doesn’t lastI enjoy...

On cool autumn eveningsMy mama would always bring A chair or two outsideTo watch her brood playing We mostly ran down country roadsStopping briefly and playing with toads We would play outside after darkUntil the opossums made the dogs bark...

I’m looking at the flowers by the fieldspinning, spinning, trying not to yield The wind isBlowing, blowingThem away It seems like beauty always goes away I’m not sure why it makes me sad at allThe winds are bringing in a colorful...

She had green Irish eyesThat Made the boys sigh A fearless soulWith courage bold The last of mothers’ large lotAffection from her, she sought Affection would never comeMama gave it to her sons The little bird continued to soarBright green...

My girls are my heartThey have been from their start Each Daughter is unique in her wayAll different from each other,but that’s ok It’s the little things they do for meI wouldn’t trade them for all the world’s gold,You see...

I will see you againMy friendSo much love saved for when We meet again in a peaceful sceneWhen life is a happier scheme Young enough to run the steepest hillsideNo doors in our house, and the windows open wide We...

The day’s sadness settles in my lungs, and I can’t breathe.I feel my stomach Lerch and I begin to Heave The air around me seems to dissipateI struggle hard to breathe, but it’s too late The inhaler stays off the...

In the countryside, down a dusty roadOn a Winding hillside, there’s a little abode Standing back from the big old oakThe one so loved by all country folk It Takes a country girl to loveThe simple song of a morning...

Bullfrogs Serenade I heard the voice of a bullfrogas I approached, he jumped on a log a funny, deep tuba soundwater amplified his croak all-around a lazy day in JuneI enjoyed my tuba tune bullfrog singing on a sunny afternoonI...

My mother had a saying she used frequently throughoutOur childhood yearsOn occasion, we children, at times had gotten ourselves into a mess or a situationand we would sit in a heap complainingAbout our lot in life My mother’s advice was...