I love remembering about the sandy bottom creeks And the spring along the trail where you would squat and scoop a drink the water was so cold and clear you could see yourself Looking back at you like a mirror hanging from a shelf the creek beds held some small harmless...
One summer daddy loaded us all up in the back of his pickup truck He took us to the river to have a summer picnic all together It wasn’t very often he could spare the time, he had to work when there was good weather Mom had picked up some hot...
Mom found out she had cancer in the fall of 91It seemed like it changed life for everyone The doctor said she wouldn’t live to see the new yearBut the doctor didn’t know my tough mama dear She just came home from the doctor’s office that dayAnd that’s where she said...
The early mills had paddle wheels, Very simple no whistles and bells The paddle wheel was attached to a shaft not too long Then attached to the center of the big millstone The turning force produced by the water on the paddles was transferred to the runner stone, making a noise...
The Winds of Time When the wind picks up It stirs up all the dust Things scatter all about Too many things to even count Nothing stays in its place As if it’s all been erased Time is the same in the end Just like that rushing wind People are scattered...
In the wintertime of my world as a childI have to admit we children got pretty wild when the snow would pile up real highmom didn’t let us always go outside the winters were a cold and bitter time for meI wanted to be running the Hillside free I don’t have...
The diner Jukebox hanging off the wall At Katy’s roadside greasy spoon was whereas I recall That wonderful music playing device with buttons numbers and letters On a scale of one to ten, you’d never find anything better you turned the wheel, listening to the flapping pages I can still hear...
Little boys grow up and aspire to be And emulate some of the people that they see Firemen in red trucks putting out big fires Or policemen with lights flashing chasing speeding cars All little boy will dream of becoming different things Like airplane pilots that wear those tiny wings A...
There’s not a bird quite like the pink flamingoYou’ll see her strutting around putting on a show She loves wading in water with her neck held up highTo catch the attention of all passerby’s Fancy pink feathers and a boomerang-shaped noseLegs like stilts and funny shaped toes Flamingos have long graceful...
