There are days when I think about my mama And I see her ways as she goes about her day…
Category: Rhythmic Stories
Dirty Little Boys
Little boys playing in the dirt The kind of germs that never hurt Mud pies, sticks, and rocks piled high…
Seasons Changing
Seasons are changing Colors rearranging Greens of summer passing by Orange and yellows now say hi Where did summer go…
C L OC K S
The hands-on clock reach for every moment in front of it There’s no going back to try and catch lost…
Daddy’s Fiddle
Daddy played the fiddle Children happily dancing in the middle Round and round we would go As daddy played, he…
Music Under The Elm
Under the canopy of the big elm tree There’s excitement, a buzz in front of me Playful butterflies like kites…
Brighter Days Ahead
Look ahead to brighter days Leave today’s painfilled ways Each day brings on new trials Yesterday’s troubles already are filed…
Voice of Pain
There are days I must confideI scream, but only inside I won’t let words outTo walk or run about I’ll…
Flying High
The Monarch The king of all the Butterflies The Monarchs prominent but also wise Instinctively she plays her part Up…
The Cowboy Face
The Look of a Cowboys weathered face His outdoor lifelines are easy to trace Dusty trails in summertime Winter shivers…
