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
It is the blank pagesThe Lost Children’s stages Days of laughterThat filled my rafters It hit my brainThat is my sad refrain What was missingMy constant wishing The sounds of gigglesThe playing and wiggles Sweet smiling facesNo stressful traces So...
I was a young girl thenrunning hillsides back when inhaling the clean airs summer breezehanging upside down in a blackjack tree laughter floating heavenwardmama smiles when it’s heard no thoughts of creaking kneesToo busy watching bumble bees No hitch in...
Caregivers He always knew there would be no life for himselfCaring for his father, the sons’ dreams are shelved No dances, no dates, no staying out lateNo chance of sharing meals with a date Sacrifice means giving something up for...
There’s a cabin on a hillside ridgepast the old weathered wooden bridge The view of a green valley belowWith wildflowers being my show A creek nearby with clear waterTime flies fast, and it doesn’t matter Planting seeds for a feast...