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
Who burned grandad’s outhouse down The culprits were never found Many names came up for selection But somehow they managed to avoid detection The outhouse seemed the place to hide And sneak a smoke or just confide How that good...
a rose fully open is different from the rose in the budthe scent changes as the buds unfold as it should Warm, humid weather intensifies the fragrance of the 🌹perfume is at its most intense in the morning to the...
There were rows and rows of the bright pink roseIt filled up my senses and tickled my nose From the roof of his house hung a honeysuckle vineStrung up out back by the old clothesline There wasn’t anything my grandad...
In an old black and white photo, I found There’s a room of children not making a sound Little girls in little chairs A sweet little row of curly hair Big brother Darrell and sister Star In the background not...
