There was a time and place many moons agoWhen in youth, we traveled down a country road Across the pasture on old docs’ landDirty-faced children with cousins, we would band Youth on our side was all we would needOur imagination we could easily feed Bare feet kicking up the dusty groundTrying...
Do not give up, do not tire outTurn the corner and take a different route Things will change for good in a little whileThere is no way for you to turn up the dial Life will come to be just as foretoldWhen a peaceful new world unfolds So, get back up...
Loving your child is unconditionalimperfections and all The days of their youth storedIn your upstairs memory doors Memories of picnics and lazy daysGlad you took the time to play The way she held her headThe smile she has makes it said As the days and years moves alongThey learn their own...
Some days the seas we sail are rough We question at the time if we’ll be tough enough The strength will have to come from inside The oceans deep, there’s no place to hide There’s pitching and pounding; you can hear it in your ears as you feel the waters spray,...
I never had my heart stolen by anyone so grandas when I was three and discovered my sweet granddad my memories only go back to when I was threeIt was my first real memory that, to this day, I could see mama said my granddad gave me my namewhen I was...
Natures bywaysnot cement highways Its flowering plantsmarching army ants squirrels racingplaying, chasing mocking birds talkingslow turtles walking ducklings following in a rowfollow 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...
Lifes miles are years in the making.sound, voices, patterns, relationships making sometimes it’s a simple thing; it doesn’t take much to inventyou’re never questioning why because you’re living in the moment, You are caught up in taking in life,dealing with all the struggles and strife in time you find love in...
repost On a lazy summer, breezy dayGrandads garden flowers would rock and sway A more beautiful scene could not equateFrom The view I had from his garden gate My Grandad loved Planting flowers back thenHe would talk for hours about different kinds of them The beauty of light-absorbing butterfly wingsWhat does...
