Country Colored Memories
It was under the old girded bridge
Past the grapevines and honeysuckle ridge
Happiness waiting for us
No laying in bed gathering dust
Laying back underneath its wings
The bridges layers of rods, our swings
We raced opposite each other
Crossing the creek from one another
Voices were never quiet, we were loud
No one could hear us we were the crowd
I loved that big old bridge
The one down the road by
honey suckle ridge
I’m swinging below it, today in my mind
It eases my painful days, I find
The flickering flame of lifeFilled with anguish and strife Trying to stay alightThough wind rolls into fright Our lives experience manyDays of happiness plenty Working hard to establishFamily life of bliss As the flames die downTrue friends huddle around Your...
A fisherman needs patience and he needs a good lureSitting on the creek bank can sometimes be the cure My daddy liked to fish and sometimes he would sayWhat do you think mama? Are the fish biting today I could...
It happened on a warm late summer nightwe had just gone to bed and turned out all the lights back in the day, you could leave the door unlockedit was an age when neighbors would visit but didn’t need to...
My screen door view let in the air and the light but mostly it helped keep our house cool at night Our wood frame screen door was painted mint green because from the road it could easily be seen it...