Country Colored Memories
Little boys playing in the dirt
The kind of germs that never hurt
Mud pies, sticks, and rocks piled high
Making mom a dirt surprise
Little bits of imagination
While mom cooked meals at her station
Boys played in dirt happily
No fights happened between the three
Childhood memories of days gone by
It stirs up in me a happy cry
Dirt and little boys go hand in hand
With bare feet buried in the sand
Mom’s let your little ones play in the dirt
It’s fun for them, and I promise it won’t hurt
I hear the leaves rustling moving along the groundI close my eyes and listen to their soothing sound A dog in the...
When the rain is fallingThe sapling starts calling Please give me a little drinkMy roots are dry, so I think I’ll dry...
Have you ever noticed or wondered whyyou rarely ever saw your mother cry I can’t recall but one time I saw tearsin...
The Gentle Breeze I awoke to a calmness outside today It seemed the whole world had quietly slipped away Only nature around...