Rhythmic Stories

We all run from something in our mind at times We will always have those days of painful memories All we want to do is escape. She could see the fog as it was billowing forth The wind had whipped through her; it came in from the north The smell of...

My brother Joel is a published Author. He has painstakingly researched our family history. It is a fascinating story that finds its mark in history in so many ways. It is a worthy read, one which I believe you will thoroughly enjoy. I’m posting a link below. https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B0DCVTBDVF/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?ie=UTF8&dib_tag=AUTHOR&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.dbuXtqMfrXaTNk1y7kd_0lGsx61jn_Xai0-Do1g7Mic.XctoYYuH_mFf9pkoCuIv28y0aAdGSRP59qUEomlkHBs&qid=&sr=

It’s funny the memories I thought carefully tucked away came to life for a few brief moments on this quiet rainy day A faint glimmer of red and gold Flashing colors hurrying to unfold Ears of corn, some yellow, some red It’s Indian corn, my grandad’s voice said I remember thinking...

Waiting to watch Mama Waltz againSitting here waiting with all her friends Mama’s last waltz took her so far awayBut Mama will waltz back soon on another day Under the gazebo erected just for herThere she patiently waits for her mister Together they will dance until their hearts are contentOut of...

Sister, what were you thinking that dayA teenage girl with a little swag On display With a country stance like you could care lessWhen you had probably just hung all those clothes on the fence You were standing close to where you loved to beBy the southeast corner close to the...

It is our past that shapes our futureThe times when we hold tight to endure We grasp at the memories; they push us forwardWe grab hold tight no time to be a coward Most of the life fights are inward-bornLife’s daily struggles on the inside worn Only we can salvage ourselvesWrite...

The saying goodbyes are sadYou loved and gave life all you had The time has ended for nowWe will meet again somehow Days of laughter and songWe always got along The best years now are pastWe knew they wouldn’t last We spent our days so EasilyPlotting life what we thought it...

I am settled in my heartYears of stops and starts Dogs and cats and children allLife was full, I do recall School daysChildhood plays Summer vacationsWith three at my station Daddy always thereLaughter filled the air Days I fondly rememberNow, In my elderly September I close my eyes and smileWe lived...