Country Colored Memories
In the corner of the room
stood an old used up broom
It used to sweep my kitchen floor
I don’t much use it any more
funny how long a broom can last
no brain or heart but sweeps so fast
a broom can last for quite a while
It’ll always goes that extra mile
the broom out lasted my own mother
and when I’m gone it’ll help another
The broom has cleaned many homes in its day
Now it’s considered the old fashioned way
There is a bareness in a winter snowfallExposing naked tree limbs from earlier fall Her natural look now encased in whitenessWinter Times...
Grandad was tired from carrying water from the spring Oh the bucket of memories this picture of him brings In an era...
My mom would often make the statement wait and see She would never make a promise that she might not be able...
When your road is winding and longTake steps slowly and enjoy its song Look up and down and all aroundTake in the...