Country Colored Memories
It was a hard winter she survived
Hoping, desiring for spring to arrive
She practiced while the wind was blowing
Pirouettes, basic but beautiful turns flowing
In her company of a sea of red sisters
Dancing, swaying, without any misters
Some stay standing below her bows
The dance of spring pulled off somehow
The charming Gazeboa quiet place you can go A retreat from life’s chaosContemplating a hurtful loss A place of sweet serenityFlowers abundant your eyes see small or large, ornate it stoodelegant or rustic, made of wood That gardenlike park you...
Sister My Sister Sister theirs no greater friendYou lift me up and help me mend My heart when I am feeling downNo better friend can there be found We talk of many simple thingsMostly past adventures and things You know...