Country Colored Memories
It’s a soothing thing
Our front porch swing
The back-and-forth motion
Like the sway of an ocean
The conversations taking place
As you swing, keeping pace
Visitors will come and go
While Big Sister sits and sews
Always content to Share a seat
With neighbors across the street
Sitting, rocking
A little bit of talking
Come on over and sit a spell
Share your secrets; I won’t tell
You’ll find the experience calms you down
And puts a smile on your face instead of a frown
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...
I will meet you down the hillpast the old bridgeWhere the Jasmine is in full bloomat the end of the ridge Let’s run together to our sandy bottomcreek bankClimb on our rock, feet in the water together sink Lay back...
Every tree is its own story Standing for decades void of glory Swaying gently in the breeze Bracing for winters freeze Year after year, seasons change Limbs and branches rearranged Only when it’s cut for timber counting rings to remember ...
There was never any harm or cause for alarm When mama held us in the crook of her arm The most secure place we could ever be Was in her arms when we were small babies Mama always had a...