Country Colored Memories
little boys play for the moments
Never concerned over time spent
As they climb up trees
Their muscles work with ease
Little boys always are prone
To falls and sometimes broken bones
Yet, they pick themselves up
They move on to bigger jumps
young boys are just little men
Storing Life skills for when they’ll need them
Each day when they play, they gain maturity
Practicing for the day when they need security
The little men will become full-grown
Now experience for a family of his own
Silent predators of the nightLanky looking with a face all white Roosting in quiet places during the dayhunting at night, that’s just his way His feathers are adapted for silent flightHe sneaks up on his prey, who puts up no...
Granddaughters are unique life thingsAll different, but special things bring Most men want their row of boysRuckus makers breaker of toys I do love my energetic grandsons tooIt’s just that granddaughtersFreely hug you Each so different individual from one anotherIt...
If you follow the path alongside the creek bankJust below the girded bridge with the rusty planks You’ll find me sitting patiently on our favorite rockWatching the small songbirds as they start to flock Take your time; no need to...
repost On a lazy summer, breezy dayGrandads garden flowers would rock and sway A more beautiful scene could not equateFrom The view I had from his garden gate My Grandad loved Planting flowers back thenHe would talk for hours about...