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
It started as soft droplets of rain Its plop, plop sound on my windowpane I awoke to the sound of the drops...
Cowboy hats come in all sizes and shapesIt is best to get sized with a measuring tape The fit is essential, as...
Down on the farm set an oldred barn Old Red stood tall for many yearsHe saw a lot of sweat and many...
Every Year this Robin comes to our place and makes her nest on the ledge Above the mailbox WAKE UP TO SPRING...
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.