Country Colored Memories
Whispering winds unseen
Flowing shadows of green
Limbs gently swaying
Voices are saying
The leaves days numbered
Soon, Branches unencumbered
Green will turn to bright firey hues
Yellows, reds, and oranges against a sky blue
The whispering winds won’t last
Winter will make new shadows cast
I’ll sit for the whispering show
The actors I intimately know
I capture their dance
Wrapped up in the romance
I will mourn them when they go
The old willows limbs gently swaying in the breezeSmall children playing underneath doing as we pleased Making mud pies in old tin cansWaiting to be eaten by unsuspecting fans Mom never had to worry or wonder where we’d beShe knew...
I love to gowhere the wildflowers grow Where beauty aboundsColor covers the ground A simple mixture of seedsAt first look like weeds They start out being blandWhen in full bloom, oh, how grand As the wind starts to flowThey’ll put...
As young country girlsMy sisters and I would walk to theBridge by Shortenings small cabin Dick and David used it only duringDeer season They lived in another town for someReason We used to love to hang out at thebridge nearbyWe...
There’s a stillness as I quietly sit on my porch tonightThe clock ticks endlessly, but it’s not in my sight While the children are asleep and tucked in bed tightthe day has moved along, and now it’s the night The...