Country Colored Memories
Home is a collection of things we love
Fighting against the odds and rising above
A place to hang all kinds of hats
Visiting neighbors starting up chats
Watching children playing in the yard
A time when life was rarely hard
Home is the place you can always go
When anxieties enter and cold winds blow
The home is a collection of things we love
Memories amassing a treasure trove
Home, that place all desire to return
It keeps love in our hearts, forever it burns
Sometimes requests are simple yet complexAnswers hidden deep, the heart becomes vexed Deception is a game of no winnersYes, you say, we all are sinners Kindness is born in the heartUgliness simmers in the dark Your Lies can be erased,...
Some days the memories flow Other days no thoughts will show The mind is such an awesome thing and yet, can be so fragile The edges of clarity it can bring, then shadows invade for awhile The days and weeks...
Down on the farm set an oldred barn Old Red stood tall for many yearsHe saw a lot of sweat and many shed tears it was full of hayand tools on display where the chickens and cows and the horses...
I went to work with my daddy one dayI thought I was just going to get to playbut it sure didn’t turn out that way He put a small hammer in my little handhanded me a junction box looked like...