Country Colored Memories
When the rain is falling
The sapling starts calling
Please give me a little drink
My roots are dry, so I think
I’ll dry up and blow away
If you don’t visit me today
I need your gentle raindrops
So I can produce abundant crops
Gentle rains, I’m feeling down
bring some life upon this ground
Little droplets, please keep falling
Fill my thirst, and I’ll stop calling
gentle rains, thanks to you
I’ll grow strong and healthy too
On Sunday, my daddy used to get up lateEveryone in the houses breakfast had to wait No one can eat before our dadWe didn’t mind. It wasn’t that bad It was the one day he could relaxFrom six grueling days...
As the stitches of life we sewCreate a pattern of rows strong Precise small patterns interwovenA careful hand reflects that they belong A picture starts to formthreads of colors begin to dance But feeble hands get slowThe quilt of life...
A cowboy tends cattle on big ranches; he can be called a herder traditionally on horses performing a multitude of ranch-related orders The historic American Cowboy of the late 19th century Arose from the vaqueros of northern Mexico, you see...