Country Colored Memories
Natures byways
not cement highways
Its flowering plants
marching army ants
squirrels racing
playing, chasing
mocking birds talking
slow turtles walking
ducklings following in a row
follow mama where she goes
Owls that hoot in the night
searching eyes flashing bright
trees branches swaying
natures symphony playing
natures highway
You are my way
While others choose their roads,
it is nature’s highway my day holds
Indian Paintbrush The Navajo women saw beauty all around She would weave the flower she saw growing on the ground Her poles were staked out and measured to height On the upright looms, no moving parts to fight Her eyes...
The road of friendship is sometimes like a testall streets are different, not all like the rest We form relationships with people under different road-like conditionssome bonds will be strong because we find a friend who listens If the road...
Speech is silver; silence is goldenLife slides along days unfolded With Words not spokenOur hearts get broken A challenge to keep thoughtless words insideBut it’s better for me if comments I hide So many things left unsaidBanging inside my heart...
There’s a cabin on a hillside ridgepast the old weathered wooden bridge The view of a green valley belowWith wildflowers being my show A creek nearby with clear waterTime flies fast, and it doesn’t matter Planting seeds for a feast...