Country Colored Memories
Her fingers moved to and fro
The fabric from her table flowed
She always had a fine design
Her handy work was so divine
There never was a seamstress
Who could make a finer dress
Even those who were nimble
could never hold a thimble
To Sherry O’ Sew
Life flows fastdays fly byBut never last on to tomorrow, you gono time to sit and watchthe show until the time your breathBecomes heavy too many tears they breakthe levy cherish each dayand act in a way with mercy and...
It is funny how only when we’re older we recount timeIt always seems to be only good things, days sublime Stories mother or daddy told us as we sat quietlyListening and taking in every word, eager as could be The...
On a rainy day, I dream awayBecause I can’t go out and play I’m building a home on a hillside ridgeWith a trail below, across a wooden bridge The burning soft glow of the sun when it risesIt makes me...
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...
You too sis
That’s so sweet! I’m ready to sew like the wind. Just got to get my household under control. I love you.