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
In an old black and white photo, I found There’s a room of children not making a sound Little girls in little chairs A sweet little row of curly hair Big brother Darrell and sister Star In the background not...
Grandma would arrive at pea picking time every yearTo give my mama a hand with the canning she made clear She gave all of us a job to do and checking out the pea patch was given to meShe told...
Indian paints, tulips, and butterfliesThrough my lens, colorful passerbys Orange, purple, pinks, and yellowsSome are Miss’s, and some are fellows Majestic purples, fiery oranges, volcanic redsbutterflies hovering above milkweeds head Quickly capture their acting daystomorrow is too late to catch...
She could see the fog as it was billowing forth The wind had whipped through her; it came in from the north The smell of salt in the water acrid to her noseThe feel of the water spray dripping down...