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
The Dance of the Falling LeavesAs The wind picks up, leaves shake and pranceBlowing every way doing a colorful dance Each leaf is different from the otherCreating a beautiful prism of color But their dance won’t last for longAs they...
In the wintertime of my world as a childI have to admit we children got pretty wild when the snow would pile up real highmom didn’t let us always go outside the winters were a cold and bitter time for...
There’s a sad memory stuck inside of meI’m trying hard to set it free I try not to rememberBut it’s a slow-burning ember a dam burst tearing me aparta river of tears flow from my heart the path of lifeIs...
Mom could always strike a poseas the worldly cliché goes the soft features of a round facereminded me of Princess Grace she had a twinkle in her eyea soft-spoken voice much like a sigh She was a country social butterflyshe...
