I sometimes wonder why I get so sadLooking at the pictures of my grandad Looking at his picture, I miss him. It’s trueBut I think it’s because I miss his eyes of sky blue That had a sparkling twinkleOn a face full of wrinkles I can see us walking together at...
I’ll keep you with me wherever I goTucked deep in my heart where only I know Wherever I am, you will be thereIf only I could see you; life isn’t fair I will always love you until life is overAnd I am buried six feet under Clover Silence stands between us,...
At the end of the day,” is a “hackneyed” expression meaning “eventually” or “when all’s said and done. Idiom. Something you say before you give an essential fact of a situation: an example is, Of course, I’ll listen to what is said, but at the end of the day, it’s my decision....
The cowboy had to guard against predators, straying cattle, and stampedes at night.For his hard and dirty work, the typical cowboy’s pay was slight The work of riding, roping, and herding meant long days and nights in the saddlewhen round-ups and trail drives were over, the challenge was staying out of...
Natures bywaysnot cement highways Its flowering plantsmarching army ants squirrels racingplaying, chasing mocking birds talkingslow turtles walking ducklings following in a rowfollows Mama where she goes Owls that hoot in the nightsearching eyes flashing bright trees branches swayingnatures symphony playing natures highwayYou are my way While others choose their roads,it is...
It is our past that shapes our futureThe times when we hold tight to endure We grasp at the memories; they push us forwardWe grab hold tight no time to be a coward Most of the life fights are inward bornLife’s daily struggles on the inside worn Only we can salvage...
Please take me away from the Madding crowdThe place with all those voices so loud Nothing there promotes a happy lifeAll its roads are grief and strife The Madding crowd is a vicious sortThey will keep you captive in their port Their crowd is loud and franticShrouded in an image of...
If you follow the path alongside the creek bankJust below the girded bridge with the rusty planks You’ll find me sitting patiently on our favorite rockWatching the small songbirds as they start to flock Take your time; no need to hurryI’ll sit here and watch squirrels scurry Chasing after tails round...
My mother always handledHer problems as they landed Folded hands in her lap with her apron tied aroundA crescendo of voices, still she never uttered a sound I would catch a glimpse of herdeep in thought While her children squabbled for theFavored spot A mother’s lap can only hold so muchFourteen...
