Country Colored Memories
My brother Joel is a published Author. He has painstakingly researched our family history. It is a fascinating story that finds its mark in history in so many ways. It is a worthy read, one which I believe you will thoroughly enjoy.
I’m posting a link below.
Some mornings I sit in the sunon a rock by my houseNo brothers or sisters;it’s quiet as a mouse I sink my feet in the smooth sun-warmed sandHolding rocks and little sticksand tin cans in my hands The big rock...
Autumn of timeYou can never return to SeptemberThe things behind you burned bright now,smoky embers Look straight ahead to days before youThe things you lost only make you blue days in your past created the moldYour memory will record and...
In the countryside, down a dusty roadOn a Winding hillside, there’s a little abode Standing back from the big old oakThe one so loved by all country folk It Takes a country girl to loveThe simple song of a morning...