Country Colored Memories
When the wind comes up leaves shake and prance
Blowing this way and that, doing a colorful dance
Each leaf different from the other
Creating a beautiful rainbow of colors
But their beauty won’t last long
So watch them artfully float along
Soon they’ll end up on the ground
Watch them fall while they can be found
My mother always handledHer problems as they landed Folded hands in her lap with her apron tied aroundA crescendo of voices, still she never uttered a sound I would catch a glimpse of herdeep in thought While her children squabbled...
After a good rain, the ditch across the roadWould fill up completely and spill over with its load We begged our mom please what would it matterIf we just went across the road and put our feet in the water...
When in a large family, there is lots of sharing A whole lot of taking, giving, and caring Fourteen children all take turns It stands to reason someone gets spurned So at the beginning of every laundry week I would...
The milk run was a necessary measureFor my sister and me it was a weekly pleasure We would go down the hill in our western flyer wagonOur baby sister road along with hands on the sides trying to hold on...