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
After a good rain, the ditch across the roadWould fill up completely and spill over with its load We begged our mom please what would it matterIf we just went across the road and put our feet in the water...
Indian Paintbrush The Navajo women saw beauty all around She would weave the flower she saw growing on the ground Her poles were staked out and measured to height On the upright looms, no moving parts to fight Her eyes...
Have you ever noticed or wondered whyyou rarely ever saw your mother cry I can’t recall but one time I saw tearsin all my life throughout the years that was the day her daddy diedit’s the only time I saw...
