Country Colored Memories
The stars are shining bright
A soft glow of the moon
cast shadows into the night
summer reaches its end
the fall is ready to begin
falls my favorite time of year
I always stop and stare
at the foliage falling all around
burning red and gold leaves on the ground
The air is crisp and clean
I take it in From my front porch swing
I can barely say hi
before fall passes me by
now I quietly sit to see what winter brings
Her heart bleeds and is now forever brokenbecause too many ugly words you’ve spoken It would be best if you moved on down the roadDon’t look back. That is the dating code The lady gave you many chancesBut your words...
How many times did we say dear LordAs our knuckles scraped up and down that board Hanging over the side of an old washtubThe melodious sound of rub a dub dub That’s all women had for many a yearTill a...
The little yellow school bus came to the house each daypicking up us children and carrying us away Off we went to the little country schoolback when I was little and I thought school was cool Mr. Socks was what...
It is our past that shapes our futureThe times when we hold tight to endure We grasp at the memories; they push us forwardWe grab hold tight no time to be a coward Most of the life fights are inward-bornLife’s...
I like the picture too