Easy Rider Three The Western flyer bike flies by as fast as it can go Three young boys taking turns each putting on a show A trail of dust is kicked up as it flies down the road Mom smiles as she looks their way as she watches their…
Category: Rhythmic Stories
Mom’s Tattered Dress
As far back as I can remember mom wore a tattered dressIt never seemed to trouble me for I always felt I was blessed Mom wore her tattered dress with pride at least that’s what I thoughtHow could I have ever known that strife and poverty had been her lot She carried her burdens each…
Sweet Tea
I drink my sweet tea from an old fruit jarFilled with Ice it’s the best by far Mom taught me how to make it as a young beginnerNever let the water boil just bring it to a simmer Throw the bags inside and put on the lidThat’s how my mama showed me when I was…
Clothesline
The Clothesline Mom hung out laundry on the old clotheslineUnderwear dancing in the wind was just fine Clothespins fastened the clothes real tightPants on the left and shirts on the right White sheets flapping made a distinctive soundJust hanging out drying while no one’s around An occasional driver by might get a showBut it wasn’t…
The Hope Chest
What’s in a hope chest Some thing special not like the rest She puts inside some small treasure Something she bought that brought her pleasure How will she fill it in the coming years As her day approaches she has some fears She quietly sits and wonders about that day How the things in her…
Underneath the Willow
The old willows limbs gently swaying in the breezeSmall children playing underneath doing as we pleased Making mud pies in old tin cansWaiting to be eaten by unsuspecting fans Mom never had to worry or wonder where we’d beShe knew our favorite hangout was underneath that willow tree But no scarier words were spoken to…
The Indian Paintbrush
The Navajo woman saw beauty all aroundShe would weave the beauty she saw growing on the ground Her Poles staked out and measured to heighton the Upright looms with no moving parts to fight Her eyes would slowly lookto the subject she undertook Her hands moved to and froA field of Indian paints row after…
Mom’s Apron
MOMS APRONMy mother wore an apron over every dress she hadIt wasn’t to put on a fashion show or start a trendy fad My mama was a model but not the city kindA fancy dress and high heels on her you wouldn’t find She walked the runway daily and tirelessly I will addAs she showed…
Daddy played the Mandolin
Daddy played the Mandolin Had us laughing made us grin When daddy played his Mandolin Brother played the steel guitar mama tried to hum the bar When brother played his steel guitar Uncle played a mean violin He’d hold it up right to his chin We danced and swayed when he’d begin playing on that…
Country Colored Memories
The sun is shining bright todayInviting me “come out and play” The porch rocking chair is where I goI scan the beauty stretched out below The flowers the trees and the honey beesSquirrels chasing each other around the tree The redbud tree captures my sightBradford pear trees shimmering white These colorful sights encircle meI love…