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
If you follow the path alongside the creek bankJust below the girded bridge with the rusty planks You’ll find me sitting patiently on our favorite rockWatching the small songbirds as they start to flock Take your time; no need to...
There is a beauty in life unheardIntriguing sounds without a spoken word I look around at the beautiful treesbending swaying, moving with ease They have a plan; they’re going somewherestarting over every year without a care the birds of heaven...
There was a time and place many moons agoWhen in youth we traveled down a country road Across the pasture on old docs landDirty faced children with cousins we would band Youth on our side was all we would needOur...
Do not give up, do not tire outTurn the corner and take a different route Things will change for good in a little whileThere is no way for you to turn up the dial Life will come to be just...