Country Colored Memories
I find peace in visiting the greens
All kinds of animal life seen
The tranquility of it all
Winter, spring, summer and fall
The swaying willow tree
The first to bloom, but last to flee
It takes my breath away
Inside I dance and sway
As the years speedily move along
My greens view keeps me strong
From the greens, I’ll never stray
I’ve given my heart away
There was a phrase my mother used to say You can move a mountain when it’s in your way I thought it was a joke; indeed, it wasn’t real who could move a mountain, much less a small hill Moving...
No man can claim the moonThe ocean deep stirring up typhoons The sunset demands respect every dayNo man can direct its beautiful rays The years as they roll on with the days and seasonsMan doesn’t even know all the reasons...
My mother wore an apron over every dress she hadIt wasn’t to put on a fashion show or start a trendy fad My mama was a model but not the fashion plate kindA fancy dress and high heels on her...
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...