Country Colored Memories
I will see you again
My friend
So much love saved for when
We meet again in a peaceful scene
When life is a happier scheme
Young enough to run the steepest hillside
No doors in our house, and the windows open wide
We will jump on horses and ride everywhere
Stay out all night, and watch the stars. No one cares
Real-life starting anew
Together with a scenic view
I will look for you and patiently wait
In a field of flowers by your favorite gate
Billie Joyce Billye Joyce Payne Second Grade A week before the explosion, my mom packed our meager belongings, and we moved in with grandma and grandpa Payne. Grandma had taken ill, and my mother wanted me close by for them....
There were rows and rows of the bright pink roseIt filled up my senses and tickled my nose From the roof of his house hung a honeysuckle vineStrung up out back by the old clothesline There wasn’t anything my grandad...
I love remembering about the sandy bottom creeks And the spring along the trail where you would squat and scoop a drink the water was so cold and clear you could see yourself Looking back at you like a mirror...
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 ...