Country Colored Memories
I love to go
where the wildflowers grow
Where beauty abounds
Color covers the ground
A simple mixture of seeds
At first look like weeds
They start out being bland
When in full bloom, oh, how grand
As the wind starts to flow
They’ll put on a show
There not a Lilly or Rose
Not as sweet to the nose
But I’ll take any day, the beauty on the hill
Where the colorful wildflowers grow still
American Robins pair-bond during the breeding seasonFemales are primarily responsible for building the nest who knows the reason She starts by building the nest that is made of twigs, mud, and dry grass leavesSometimes the nest will have string or...
Brand new Blue Jeans Just a faded memory lurkingIn my brain Savored for a momentsuch a sweet refrain Takes me back to yesteryearA glimpse of time so clear Mother’s voice says, stand still boysThere’s plenty of time to play with...
Under the canopy of the big elm tree There’s excitement, a buzz in front of me Playful butterflies like kites in the skies Filling the longing in my eyes Dancing bees looking for plants Surrounded by a troup of army...