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
follows 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 days hold
Loving your child is unconditionalimperfections and all The days of their youth storedIn your upstairs memory doors Memories of picnics and lazy daysGlad you took the time to play The way she held her headThe smile revealed love was said...
Life is a mirror Look inside It’s a place you cannot hide The things you see It might cause you to flee Aging takes place You see it in your face Every wrinkle your finger can trace The outer image...
The empty years of lifeRush in with regrets and strifes The only if I had didReflecting on your kids Old age has settled on meMy limbs cut off my tree No longer at youths’ doorMy mind is screaming for more...
I spied the flowers from the roadWhat caught my eye was the gold Yellow sunshine in a fieldIn their centers, chocolate filled Black-eyed Susan is their nameAttracting Butterflies their claim to fame It’s the simple things in life I findThat...