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
Billie Joyce Billye Joyce Payne Second Grade A week before the explosion, my mom packed our meager belongings, and we moved in with grandma and grandpa Payne. Grandma had taken ill, and my mother wanted me close by for them....
It’s a soothing thingOur front porch swing The back-and-forth motionLike the sway of an ocean The conversations taking placeAs you swing, keeping pace Visitors will come and goWhile Big Sister sits and sews Always content to Share a seatWith neighbors...
Please take me away from the Madding crowdThe place with all those voices so loud Nothing there promotes a happy lifeAll its roads are grief and strife The Madding crowd is a vicious sortThey will keep you captive in their...