Country Colored Memories
The feel of the sun on your skin
Riding the waves on the open sea
some days you wander in your mind
to a place you would like to be
a time when everything felt right
the days in which you took delight
The thrill of sights that took your breath
no amount of money in a treasure chest
could replace the sounds and sights
of sun-filled days and moon-lit nights
on those pain-filled days
All those young former ways
Beacon me to return to a time
when life was so ever so sublime
Little boys playing in the dirt The kind of germs that never hurt Mud pies, sticks, and rocks piled high Making mom a dirt surprise Little bits of imagination While mom cooked meals at her station Boys played in dirt...
The Tractor in the Field The rustic old tractor still sits out by the fence The shiny long gone, but still beautiful, I’ll say in its defense it’s leftover from an age long ago gone by there’s a newer model...
Waiting to watch Mama Waltz againSitting here waiting with all her friends Mama’s last waltz took her so far awayBut Mama will waltz back soon on another day Under the gazebo erected just for herThere she patiently waits for her...