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
Down the road from my house in a valley by the woodsSat an old crumbling house that barely stood my daddy always told me to stay away from therethe reason why he never really cared to share so one day...
you thought you were on the seaIn the old West across the long Prairie On the horizon, wagons as far as the eyes could see Canvas topped horse-drawn wagons.Pioneers heading across the Prairie to the West Untamed plains and the...
When the rain is fallingThe sapling starts calling Please give me a little drinkMy roots are dry, so I think I’ll dry up and blow awayIf you don’t visit me today I need your gentle raindropsSo I can produce abundant...