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
What’s in a picture look and see what it holdsIf you look very closely a story unfolds A softball game was played that dayMama grabs her camera snapping without delay The sky Azul blue, white puffy clouds floating byThey look...
As your riding past miles and miles of open land Be sure to take the time to catch the Prairie grand Keep your eyes wide open, you just might catch a glimpse Liquid gold growing right up close to the...
Sitting by a warm and cozy crackling fire staring at flames of yellow and red as they dance higher embers falling and ashes stacking little sparks seem to be continually cracking the visions it stirs up in my mind are...
Mary was about an uninspired person as there was. Mary likes to lay in bed and look at old catalogs. Mary circled her favorites. The pages were worn and falling out. Mary worked hard taping as much as she could...