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
My Achilles heel is MondaysI don’t want to let go of my Sundays I always feel a shiver of anxietyWhen Monday is in front of me It is just an ordinary day, you sayMost feel that way; that’s okay I...
Traveling down a dusty mileMouth closed but the edges show a smile She knows what treasures the dusty road holdsHer feet know the way she could travel with a blindfold The air is crisp as she inhales deepThe scent of...
My morning place is where I wentI found another’s face had taken it A strange woman looked me in the eyessomewhat Familiar, perhaps a disguise I edge a little closer to get a better lookAs I got closer, the woman’s...
American Robins pair-bond during the breeding seasonFemales are primarily responsible for building the nest who knows the reason She starts by building the nest made of twigs, mud, and dry grass leavesSometimes the nest will have string or ribbon that...