The Ploughs in the Field
The man puts his hand to the plough He’ll make a living somehow His family depends on him Every season to season The man puts his hand to the plough His shoulders ...
The man puts his hand to the plough He’ll make a living somehow His family depends on him Every season to season The man puts his hand to the plough His shoulders ...
Every morning I eat a piece of toast With a little pat of butter, I like it most That got me to thinking What it took to be making Our butter back in the day Was seldom the store-bought way Mama used the cream from the top of the milk It...
in the country down a dusty road on a Hillside, there’s a little abode standing back from the big old oak the one loved by so many countryfolks it takes a country girl to love The simple song of the Morning Dove the smell of hyacinth in the air Always evaporates...
Bathroom Break It was just another normal going to town day the usual noise makers in the car on the way 8 miles down South Hill when we went down, we counted it a thrill you know that funny little feeling you get like the one after you climbed to the...
The country bath happened in an old dishpan On a table in the kitchen, a towel laid close at hand Just a young lad no worse for the wear He didn’t look like he minded or cared He was just one of many that day That would bathe in the pan...
Before the last leaf begins to fall When the colors seem to reach ten feet tall Cascading like an artist palette Unending hours I could frequently visit Watching endless colors and hues Reflecting from the waters view On a bridge looking down the center Longing, patiently, I wait to venture One...
A Healing Heart Take a memory from your heart In your brain’s the place to start Was it cloudy or a sunny afternoon Bare feet on a dusty road in the month of June Were you headed fishing or just catching toads As you run up...
When in a large family, there is lots of sharing A whole lot of taking, giving, and caring Fourteen children all take turns It stands to reason someone gets spurned So at the beginning of every laundry week I would grab a clean towel and sneak A clean towel and put...
My sweet mother lived during the great depression it should’ve left that sweet child with a bad impression she later lived through a school building explosion at a neighboring school killing her small friends Ones she would never see again because most of them that horrible day met their end Early...