Daddy played the fiddle Children happily dancing in the middle Round and round we would go As daddy played, he tapped his toes Cowboy boots would scoot To daddy’s rooty toot toot Saturday night affair Daddy’s music filled the air Happy voices would rise Above baby brothers cries A smile rested...
Under the canopy of the big elm tree There’s excitement, a buzz in front of me Playful butterflies like kites in the skies Filling the longing in my eyes Dancing bees looking for plants Surrounded by a troup of army ants Croaking bullfrogs steals the show With A low sounding tuba...
Look ahead to brighter days Leave today’s painfilled ways Each day brings on new trials Yesterday’s troubles already are filed Keep Fighting to rise above Ask for help from the God of love He sees you struggling through pain Endurance building is your gain Endurance can bring us joy In the...
There are days I must confideI scream, but only inside I won’t let words outTo walk or run about I’ll keep my words stuckSo I will not spew yuck The action of my restraintIt feels like I will faint It’s not that I don’t careThe ugly words I refuse to share...
The Monarch The king of all the Butterflies The Monarchs prominent but also wise Instinctively she plays her part Up to 4 inches long and a work of art The Monarch will begin to embark Orange and black flapping sparks Traveling Thousands of miles in the sky Orange and Black will...
The Look of a Cowboys weathered face His outdoor lifelines are easy to trace Dusty trails in summertime Winter shivers down his spine There’s a map on a cowboys face Every line and wrinkle is a time and a place Cowboys are the backbone of western life Sometimes too busy to...
In your heart, it’s unsettled Your emotions all nettled Not even sure how you feel about life Covid 19 has created so much strife You made it this far you can rise above You need to somehow muster up love Many words about love constantly are spoken All too often, those...
A sweet little row of curly hairslegs and elbows everywhere The day was May of-fifty-eightOur mouths open wide as a gate sitting together side by sideA happy moment, I’ll confide Mother loved us, every oneShe snapped a memory just for fun generations will come and goA Kodak moment for future shows
Star had the music genes insidestars guitar sound played in the countryside Fingers strumming up-and-downcreating her own unique music sound A look of peace was on her faceas she played, her heart raced In a chair or the groundGuitar in her hands was found Men could come into her life or...
