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
I will anxiously wait for the chorus at DawnThe quietness of winters bareness, now gone The most robust birds produce theloudest and sharpest songTo alert their competition of the female birdsSinging, move along The Dawn chorus sounds are for defending...
Sister, what were you thinking that dayA teenage girl with a little swag and a little sway With a country stance like you could care lessWhen you had probably just hung all those clothes on the fence You were standing...
The things that bug meYou cannot always see The most enjoyable natural soundsin the quietest of places Are found They are never absent or delinquent.unbeknownst to each other, ideally in sync Nature harmonizes as if in a concert auditorium.The countryside...
Billie Joyce Billye Joyce Payne Second Grade A week before the explosion, my mom packed our meager belongings, and we moved in with grandma and grandpa Payne. Grandma had taken ill, and my mother wanted me close by for them....