Country Colored Memories My Hillside

Fresh Air

On cool autumn eveningsMy mama would always bring A chair or two outsideTo watch her brood playing We mostly ran down country roadsStopping briefly and playing...

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Seasons

I’m looking at the flowers by the fieldspinning, spinning, trying not to yield The wind isBlowing, blowingThem away It seems like beauty always goes away I’m not...

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My Girls

My girls are my heartThey have been from their start Each Daughter is unique in her wayAll different from each other,but that’s ok It’s the little...

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RIBBIT

Bullfrogs Serenade I heard the voice of a bullfrogas I approached, he jumped on a log a funny, deep tuba soundwater amplified his croak all-around a...

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