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
I was looking at a picture that my mother had taken, her back was to the sunWe were all squinting and shielding our faces from the morning sun it wasn’t any fun In the photo, looking at our hands, each...
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...
A cowboy’s best friend was his clotheshe wore them on long dusty roads There’s sweat and dustso,A handkerchief is a must every Cowboy knowsthe importance of his clothes he invests in the best cotton shirtits easier to remove daily dirt...
Before the last leaf begins to fall When the colors seem to reach ten feet tall Cascading like an artist palette Unending hours I could frequently visit Watching endless colors and hues Reflecting from the waters view On a bridge...
I like the picture too