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
He shows up at your house one fine morningA lion softly roars, but Now not for warning You run outside and Plop down at his sideHe tips his head, and his big eyes open wide Your hand reaches up to...
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...
The early mills had paddle wheels, Very simple no whistles and bells The paddle wheel was attached to a shaft not too long Then attached to the center of the big millstone The turning force produced by the water on...
The spinning wheel in the cornerThat spun dreams of multicolors spinning fibers into strings and adding a twistit caused many women to end up with sore wrist she turned the wheel back to unwind the spiral on the spindlethen clockwise...
