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
In the wee hours of the morning, my secure figureIt was always of my sweet mama working to secure A great start to the day for her familycooking up breakfast to give us energy we never noticed how she would...
My morning place is where I wentI found another’s face had taken it A strange woman looked me in the eyessomewhat Familiar, perhaps a disguise I edge a little closer to get a better lookAs I got closer, the woman’s...
A map will show you many placesTowns and cities with lots of faces Land as far as the eye can seeOr oceans deep and wind-whipped seas Desserts barren with little or no soundTowns with sky-high buildings can be found Mountains...