It was a hard winter she survivedHoping, desiring for spring to arrive She practiced while the wind was blowingPirouettes, basic but beautiful turns flowing In her company a sea of bright pink sistersDancing, swaying, without any misters Some stay standing below her bowsThe dance of spring pulled off somehow
A leather and denim strop used to sharpen straighten razors Grandad hung on a wall behind the potbelly to straighten behaviors We thought it was hanging for the show It was there so we would know The strop on the walls real affect Spoke loud and clear about what he would...
Yesterday has gone away unrecognizable Is the day The face of life has changed Concepts all rearranged What’s evil they say is good But that’s not like it should Don’t ever change your mind Good morals you’ll still find YOU own the life you lead Though others beg and plead Don’t...
The man puts his hand to the plough He’ll make a living somehow His family depends on him Every season to season The man puts his hand to the plough His shoulders ...
Every morning I eat a piece of toast With a little pat of butter, I like it most That got me to thinking What it took to be making Our butter back in the day Was seldom the store-bought way Mama used the cream from the top of the milk It...
in the country down a dusty road on a Hillside, there’s a little abode standing back from the big old oak the one loved by so many countryfolks it takes a country girl to love The simple song of the Morning Dove the smell of hyacinth in the air Always evaporates...
Bathroom Break It was just another normal going to town day the usual noise makers in the car on the way 8 miles down South Hill when we went down, we counted it a thrill you know that funny little feeling you get like the one after you climbed to the...
The country bath happened in an old dishpan On a table in the kitchen, a towel laid close at hand Just a young lad no worse for the wear He didn’t look like he minded or cared He was just one of many that day That would bathe in the pan...
Before the last leaf begins to fall When the colors seem to reach ten feet tall Cascading like an artist palette Unending hours I could frequently visit Watching endless colors and hues Reflecting from the waters view On a bridge looking down the center Longing, patiently, I wait to venture One...
