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
When I was five I heard a song playing on the radioDaddy always had it on playing in the background kinda low The adults sat around talking and the radio songs played onDaddy had it turned to country songs he...
I had a beautiful big family of 14 altogether But thanks to DNAs 23 and me I discovered another treasure A brother I never knew how sad I had to do without Knowing brother Glen would have been no doubt...
The hill where I lived as a small childlet me run free and even go wild The rocks were so big that we would climbplaying King of the mountain and singing nursery rhymes we were barefoot running up and down...