Country Colored Memories
Standing on shifting sands
Hanging on tight by your hands
As it moves and sways
Pulling you every which way
Keep your eyes alert
So much pain and hurt
The sands can shift so fast
Hang on the sands won’t last
All sands are in God’s hands
We’ll soon see solid land
No more shifting sands
Our Creator has big plans
Soon Shifting sands will be gone
Bringing relief for everyone
It is the blank pagesThe Lost Children’s stages Days of laughterThat filled my rafters It hit my brainThat is my sad refrain What was missingMy constant wishing The sounds of gigglesThe playing and wiggles Sweet smiling facesNo stressful traces So...
There was a time and place many moons agoWhen in youth, we traveled down a country road Across the pasture on old docs’ landDirty-faced children with cousins, we would band Youth on our side was all we would needOur imagination...
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 ...