Country Colored Memories
Some days it seems we are a feather in the wind We start out somewhere, never knowing our end Can you gather the scattered feather nowLong carried by the wind; I don’t see how We cannot recoup the years flow...
Every tree is its own story Standing for decades void of glory Swaying gently in the breeze Bracing for winters freeze Year after year, seasons change Limbs and branches rearranged Only when it’s cut for timber counting rings to remember ...
I go to my wildflower hillsidewhen I feel the need to hide Its where I pull some powerTo build my courage tower The days are uncertainThey reveal new curtains wildflowers dance andplayfully swaycolorful and vibrantsilhouettes sway My favorite above all,...
Shouts in the air Children running here and there Lightning bugs flying by I try to catch him but he’s too high The sound of laughter fills my ear As I think back to younger years My senses filled up...