Country Colored Memories
Indian paints, tulips, and butterflies
Through my lens, colorful passerbys
Orange, purple, pinks, and yellows
Some are Miss’s, and some are fellows
Majestic purples, fiery oranges, volcanic reds
butterflies hovering above milkweeds head
Quickly capture their acting days
tomorrow is too late to catch their ways
Please don’t pass it by, don’t hide
life is a mirror look inside
I was a young girl thenrunning hillsides back when inhaling the clean airs summer breezehanging upside down in a blackjack tree laughter floating heavenwardmama smiles when it’s heard no thoughts of creaking kneesToo busy watching bumble bees No hitch in...
It was a hard winter she survivedHoping, desiring for spring to arrive She practiced while the wind was blowingPirouettes, basic but beautiful turns flowing In her company of a sea of red sistersDancing, swaying, without any misters Some stay standing...
There is no match To the strawberry patch The sweet smell of a strawberry Much more than an apple or cherry Mama’s famous jams or jelly Mom’s preserves will fill my belly Picking strawberries as I sit in the row...
When life becomes like a gentle breezeAll people happily talking with ease No tensions in everyday lifeNo persons are causing ugly strife As the smells of good food float in the airChildren Are eating without having to share Life in...