Country Colored Memories
My sister was a musical little girl
When she was small, she would
Shimmy up next to daddy’s leg
While his fiddle sound filled our world
Sister inherited daddy’s genes
She played guitar the best
You ever seen
Sister couldn’t read a note
She played music by ear, The
Lyrics she sat and wrote
Sister Star started a small country band
They were called Dusty Roads
They had plenty of fans
Star left some big shoes to fill
When I hear a guitar playing
I think of Star still
Irish Mo chroí (moh Kree)– translated meansmy heartFrom the first breath, each had a unique start So many personalities, yet the heart beats as oneI will never stop loving them until my life is done The ups and downsSmiles and...
When I was a small girl of sevenI lived in the country. That’s all I knew then Daddy would drive mama to the Terlton grocery storeAll of us kids could only watch as mama went through the door He would...
When discouragement comes for a visit Answer the door but don’t invite him in to sit If you give discouragement a comfortable chair He’ll take over your home everywhere You’ll never get him to leave no matter what you do...