Country Colored Memories
The wind through the weeping willows
As she shakes her spindle, she billows
Like a dancing ballerina on her tiptoes
Filtering here and there, on her feet flows
We sit and stare for more moments
In a trance from her dancing event
The wind through the weeping willows
Watching it makes me so mellow
It’s my favorite tree. I find it quite calming
It’s a beauty to watch as a breeze brings
The wind ripping through the weeping willow
She will never disappoint as she puts on a show
Rachel Sheridan Third Grade Teacher Rachel Sheridan loved being a teacher. Her father said she had been born for the job. Rachel had a way of making a child reveal their inner self before they realized she had analyzed them....
My mother wore an apron over every dress she hadIt wasn’t to put on a fashion show or start a trendy fad My mama was a model but not the fashion plate kindA fancy dress and high heels on her...
When life becomes like a gentle breezeAll people happily talking with ease No tensions in everyday lifeNo persons are causing ugly strife As the smells of good food float in the airChildren Are eating without having to share Life in...