Clocks
The hands of the clock reach for every moment in front of it There’s no going back to try and catch lost hours, and yet One day those hands will be no more Time will not matter, no more clock...
Country Colored Memories
Molly Bee
ABOUT ME
What was life like with 14 brothers and sisters growing up in the country? Situations would arise to instill memories as vivid in my mind today as if they were yesterday. As in any family, there are good and bad times, but I choose only to color my memories of my country's childhood experiences with the good ones by using rhythmic stories, and I hope you will enjoy them.