Country Colored Memories
Why do people become nostalgic
The brain fires up, and there’s a hit
memory banks open wide
scenes poor out that cannot hide
days of old
colors me gold
Shining days come thru
trying to break free from blue
Those summer days on dusty roads
stopping briefly to unload
our treasure trove of sticks and rocks
never the restraint of ticking clocks
Whistful for the good old days
Funny how they didn’t stay
as I imagined so long ago
but that’s just how nostalgia goes
She was just a kitten all aloneThe mama cat had died and was now gone She needed loving hands that would nourishLove her, hold her so she would flourish A friend brought her to our little girlShe was two years...
As a teenager in high school The time in your life when everything’s supposed to be cool I learned more lessons from living with my oldest sister Then, I ever learned in school by listening to the Mister A young...
I will see you againMy friendSo much love saved for when We meet again in a peaceful sceneWhen life is a happier scheme Young enough to run the steepest hillsideNo doors in our house, and the windows open wide We...