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 sure why it makes me sad at allThe winds are bringing in a colorful fall The leaves always ignite something in meThere is magic in...
She had green Irish eyesThat Made the boys sigh A fearless soulWith courage bold The last of mothers’ large lotAffection from her, she sought Affection would never comeMama gave it to her sons The little bird continued to soarBright green eyes, always hoping for more Throughout her whole lifeShe experienced only...
I will see you againMy friendSo much love saved for when We meet again in a peaceful sceneWhen life is a happier scheme Young enough to run the steepest hillsideNo doors in our house, and the windows open wide We will jump on horses and ride everywhereStay out all night, 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 dove The smell of hyacinth in the airEvaporates the daily cares...
My mother had a saying she used frequently throughoutOur childhood yearsOn occasion, we children, at times had gotten ourselves into a mess or a situationand we would sit in a heap complainingAbout our lot in life My mother’s advice was always consistentThe words “pull yourselves up by your bootstraps.”Which always meant...
Days roll byno times for hi’s youth is blindingno wrinkles binding no limits on daysjust hours we play youth on our sidedoors open wide running carefreeso much to see laughter and tearspassing of years as it winds downwishes not found memories unwrapFrom photos in my lap my tears trickle downmy voice...
