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
There’s not a more beautiful sight than to watch the trees in fallIt’s The time of year when the leaves are recalled The colors so vibrant before they tumble downFalling and piling up as they hit the ground now they...
Goose and gander get togetherStick so close that they rub feathers They will stay paired up for lifeThe gander takes goose for his wife Little goslings are produced and learn to walkThey come running when mama honks Mama goose makes...
Unsettling newsFrustration brewsCausing the blues As things around me disruptI will hoist myself up I Climb back on the horseShake off all remorseLook straight ahead and follow the course I’ll take the best trailIt never has failedA little while longer...
A sweet little row of curly hairslegs and elbows everywhere The day was May of-fifty-eightOur mouths open wide as a gate sitting together side by sideA happy moment, I’ll confide Mother loved us, every oneShe snapped a memory just for...