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
Brand new Blue Jeans Just a faded memory lurkingIn my brain Savored for a momentsuch a sweet refrain Takes me back to yesteryearA glimpse of time so clear Mother’s voice says, stand still boysThere’s plenty of time to play with...
Mr. moon my night light tonight Though it’s dark Your shining bright You give me just enough of youself Just hanging on nothing all by yourself I stare at you and the beauty that you display Please come back my...
Seasons are changing Colors rearranging Greens of summer passing by Orange and yellows now say hi Where did summer go Quickly the days did flow Falls comfort won’t last long Then comes the winter white glow Snowflakes falling down Covering...
As a small girl my favorite memory of my motheralways involved the kitchen in one way or another I always awoke to the wonderful smellsOf bacon and biscuits, you could always tell My mama always had a smile on her...