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
My mother always handledHer problems as they landed Folded hands in her lap with her apron tied aroundA crescendo of voices, still she never uttered a sound I would catch a glimpse of herdeep in thought While her children squabbled...
(Squirrels playing around the Oaktree The first thing this morning that’s what I see The snow didn’t keep them inside today They were anxious to get out and play Digging down deep in the glistening white snow Searching for the...
I remember the day little brother Bobby disappearedWe had been outside playing but now we all feared It started like any other dayabout five of us kids had gone out to play hide and seek was our favorite gamewe had...
I don’t remember ever utteringThe words I’m bored or any other such thing Having to do with a lack of entertainment for the dayI had too many rocks and trees around in which to play The voices of my siblings...
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