Country Colored Memories
The handle of the heart opens from inside
The heart is the only way you can hide
If you open your door, it is your choice
It will listen only to your voice
throw hearts door open wide
let someone else come inside
hiding hearts seldom have friends
If opened, it can have a good end
Share your heart with someone you trust
If not used, the heart just might rust
take a chance and open hearts door
you might find you are lonely no more
She had green Irish eyesThat Made the boys sigh A fearless soulWith courage bold The last of mothers’ large lotAffection from her, she sought Affection would never comeMama gave it to her sons The little bird continued to soarBright green...
School Days The smell of Mom’s baked cookies hung in the sultry Air.The Children alight with sleepy eyes, and a line forms to a bathroom. We all share Brushed teeth and washed facesAll lined up orderly in our places Sack...
On a late spring morning in West Texasriding through pasture overgrown with brush Cowpunchers pushed a calf into a clearing.The calf will need to be roping if it is a yearling. The Cowboy throws a loop around the yearling’s neck,...
When sadness knocks at the door of your heartonly allow a brief visit just give him a small part It takes a little sadness to appreciate what’s goodbut don’t visit with sadness more than you should there are so many...
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