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
On the front porch swing You can see everything The old woman that lives just down the lane She walks by every...
One day on the way to see my husband’s sister my husband and I were headed down I -35 , when we...
The Indians would see and hear them from the hill where they would stand. The mighty Buffalo, the gentle giants on the...
My two older sistersWere after their misters I chased their skirt tailsTheir successes and their fails They were my exampleI was their...