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
Every morning I eat a piece of toast With a little pat of butter, I like it most That got me to thinking What it took to be making Our butter back in the day Was seldom the store-bought way...
The flickering flame of lifeFilled with anguish and strife Trying to stay alightThough wind rolls into fright Our lives experience manyDays of happiness plenty Working hard to establishFamily life of bliss As the flames die downTrue friends huddle around Your...
Spurs and bootsCowboy hoots Cowboys Saturday nightDrinks and barroom fights Monday morning bluesPulling on cowboy shoes Lots of Leather and rawhideShouts in the air as they ride Rounding up little moosForgetting Monday morning blues The boots pointed toesHelped fit the...
I saw what I wanted to seeI arranged it how I wanted it to be But the photographs reveal it allit took me years to finally see the fall Smiling faces and laughter aboundI took it in. I loved its...