Country Colored Memories
A house without voices Is like life without choices it takes happy sounds to fill a house who can stand it if it’s quiet as a mouse some people just might not understand but a home void of noises makes life bland it’s laughter and sounds of happiness that brings contentment and true bliss So…
In the background of a lot of our old pictures Was this huge rock, it was a permanent fixture It brought childhood memories for my mind to see My brothers and sisters playing with me The big rock across our road was our playground If we weren’t in the house the rock is where we…
The quilt was made from many squares Fabric from old dresses, or shirts, really from everywhere Cornerstones, layers, and colorful borders Carefully placed in a mindful order A quilter used her favorite group Then laid out her quilt on frames and hoops Stitching here and stitching there Colors bursting alive everywhere The quilt will rest…
Ellie elephant was the little boys’ friendHe thought he would keep her to life’s end A stuffed animal only has so many daysWe’re made to live forever but stuffed animals get thrown away We’ve sown her many rips and tearsshe’s loved little James throughout the years They’ve slept together for the past 6 years nowEllie’s…
As the years passed alongI always questioned where I belonged life’s experiences seemed so hardthey were mostly good, but some left scars looking at old pictures nowI’m blown away just by how you snapped away and memories madeYou told us to sit still and we obeyed Looking back on years gone byMostly happy tears I…
When I was five I heard a song playing on the radioDaddy always had it on playing in the background kinda low The adults sat around talking and the radio songs played onDaddy had it turned to country songs he said you couldn’t go wrong There were songs about a yodle aye eye hoo here…
Anyone who’s ever lived down a dirt road knowsHow the condition of a road after a hard rain goes When the first big truck with wide tires goes down itIt makes big ruts that never seem to quit When the sun dries them out big hard ruts are madeThey’re deep and wide and take weeks…
Wide-open spaces across wheatfields we had races The Unending chases Of smiling dirty faces we would fall down and roll around tumbling upside down on the ground climbing trees running from bees gathering small rocks to skip from the docks bare feet making designs in the sand running up hills holding sister’s hand catching lightning…
As it was coming over the hill-dad saw the tornado coming he had been by the back door all evening looking At the top of the hill, he saw it was dropping down he’d been watching the clouds , When I saw his frown He knew it was close he could see the trees sway…