Country Colored Memories
Under the shade tree
My thoughts are free
I use my hands
To make hearts in the sand
Examine some stones and rocks
Barefoot, no shoes or socks
My feet sunk into the dirt
What can it possibly hurt
Peace and security here
No dangerous villains near
Under the shade tree
The best place to be
At least, it is for me
As the years passed alongI always questioned where I belonged life’s experiences seemed so hardthey were mostly good, but some left scars...
The day started with a sky that was spirited blue the blackbirds flying over just added to the view the things you...
On a late spring morning in West Texasriding through pasture overgrown with brush Cowpunchers pushed a calf into a clearing.The calf will...
Waiting to watch Mama Waltz againSitting here waiting with all her friends Mama’s last waltz took her so far awayBut Mama will...