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
Every morning I eat a piece of toast With a little pat of butter, I like it most That got me to thinking What it took to be making Our butter back in the day Was seldom the store-bought way...
My mama wore only dresses back in the dayMaybe in the fifties, that was just the way Wide-brimmed garden hats that had country charmPillbox hats and summer gloves weren’t much good on a farm She had a few dresses of...
Moms are always last to eatlast to buy shoes for their feet up first in the morning to see families fedlast to bed in the evening after she puts kids to bed mom‘s always put family before her selfkeeping her...
I looked for you yesterdayBy now, you should be on your way The dark winter daysNow, stored away I welcome your sweet homecomingSo many days you have been roaming My ears ache for your melodious songsThe winters quietness seemed so...