Country Colored Memories
Watching June bugs on a warm summer night
They hit the window pane as they dance to the light
on a lazy June bug night
They’ll flap two sets of sturdy wings
As you quietly rock on your front porch swing
Listening to the music of their flapping wings sing
What a lazy June bug night
she wears herself out just buzzing around
when she tires out, and she’s belly up on the ground
No more dancing now. She won’t make a sound
On this lazy June bug night
Sister Marilyn Stars holding my handMy diapers sagging and my feet are in the sand Just three sisters all with curly topsScrunched up smiles that never seem to stop Just another lazy summer dayThree little sisters went out to play...
In the wintertime of my world as a childI have to admit we children got pretty wild when the snow would pile up real highmom didn’t let us always go outside the winters were a cold and bitter time for...
Ernest Sr. Walked with determination down the road to his sister-in-law’s house. Ernest knew she would be surprised. The boy was his. Virginia would give him up whether she liked it or not. His wife should have kept him until...
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...