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
Bathroom Break It was just another normal going to town day the usual noise makers in the car on the way 8 miles down South Hill when we went down, we counted it a thrill you know that funny little...
If you follow the path alongside the creek bankJust below the girded bridge with the rusty planks You’ll find me sitting patiently on our favorite rockWatching the small songbirds as they start to flock Take your time; no need to...
The feel of the sun on your skinRiding the waves on the open sea some days you wander in your mindto a place you would like to be a time when everything felt rightthe days in which you took delight...
Anyone that knows me knows I love a Willowlike no other tree, the Willow is the total show Whether In the summer breezeOr even a cold December freeze The willow tree displays the mostFor hummingbirds, it’s the kindest host When...