Country Colored Memories
Through the ages
Many footprint pages
year’s of books have filled
Then lives were quietly stilled
Leaving their imprints
For a spectacular future event
Generations will see
Unending life will be
Many footprint pages
Returning in stages
In Paradise, you will see
By God’s right-hand
it will come to be
When daddy would make ice cream on a hot Saturday night he would pack in crushed ice and rocksalt just right he would turn and churn and churn vanilla dreams in our minds burned with every pull of the handle...
I have a sweet niece who’s a special womanWhen she was small she always seemed timid Always hanging in the back of a groupShe never was at the head of the troup She quietly stood back and took it all...
On Sunday, my daddy used to get up lateEveryone in the houses breakfast had to wait No one can eat before our dadWe didn’t mind. It wasn’t that bad It was the one day he could relaxFrom six grueling days...
I hear the leaves rustling moving along the groundI close my eyes and listen to their soothing sound A dog in the background is barkingno doubt a cat he’s anxiously stalking listen, the sounds of life Are there if you...
