Country Colored Memories
Home is a collection of things we loveFighting against the odds and rising above A place to hang all kinds of hatsVisiting neighbors starting up chats Watching children playing in the yardA time when life was rarely hard Home is...
It is the blank pagesThe Lost Children’s stages Days of laughterThat filled my rafters It hit my brainThat is my sad refrain What was missingMy constant wishing The sounds of gigglesThe playing and wiggles Sweet smiling facesNo stressful traces So...
Rows of bouncing wavesA Deep blue shimmering glaze Whitecaps floating on the topFrothy water plop, plop Soothing SoundChurning, churning Never any seasonsTurning, Turning White sails flapping in the windLay back, enjoy the Sound It sends Relaxing day on the oceanFeeling...
I kept my mama’s letters I read them every yearI think about how precious they are and how I hold them dearthe time and place seem long agoShe-wrote of life and things she knows Everything’s fine she would sayDaddy had...
It is true,so often it is the everyday things that are overlooked. The very things that remind of of a Loving Father guiding us to waters of life.