Country Colored Memories
It was a hard winter she survived
Hoping, desiring for spring to arrive
She practiced while the wind was blowing
Pirouettes, basic but beautiful turns flowing
In her company a sea of bright pink sisters
Dancing, swaying, without any misters
Some stay standing below her bows
The dance of spring pulled off somehow
The William Third Grade Second Row My mother’s voice was barely audible, and I had to ask her to repeat the name. My mother said his name was Sweet William. The information about William came from Ernest Jr., who had...
The Winds of Time When the wind picks up It stirs up all the dust Things scatter all about Too many things to even count Nothing stays in its place As if it’s all been erased Time is the same...
One of my favorite memories as a small childIt was an afternoon in late June, my memory somehow filed My brothers, sisters, and I walking together None of us were oldHand in hand marching to the Southeast corner by the...
In her sister’s shadows was the place she would goShe was always fourth in line in the sisters’ row always got the hand-me-downs, never got the newwaiting patiently in line for her feet to growin worn-out shoes A tear-streaked photo...
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