Country Colored Memories
There are days I must confide
I scream, but only inside
I won’t let words out
To walk or run about
I’ll keep my words stuck
So I will not spew yuck
The action of my restraint
It feels like I will faint
It’s not that I don’t care
The ugly words I refuse to share
Other mouths may open wide
But I will hide my scream inside
Self-control won’t steer me wrong
The scream is where it belongs
My screen door view let in the air and the light but mostly it helped keep our house cool at night Our wood frame screen door was painted mint green because from the road it could easily be seen it...
Hillside Wildflower A show of color On ground cover A Glistening dance As they prance Unlikely sisters Dancing with misters Two stepping Waltz blitzing Never any solos Only couples go Purple, pinks, and blues Different petal views Field a flame...
One of the customs traveling the prairie was to leave behind something useful for the next wagon train to find There was a steady line of pioneers coming after you on the open plains.They were dusty and dirty getting their...
If you are looking for me today,follow our path. You know the way past the grapevines sitting by the ridgeyou’ll find me atop of the old girded bridge I’ll be staring at the tadpoles swimming just beneathin the clear glassy...