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
Merry go round beautiful sound Riding high below the blue sky Cimarron Rose and Bella Blue Blazing colors with iron horseshoes Bright smiling faces Holding poles fixed in places Feet firmly planted in little brown stirrups Giggles and laughter when...
in the country down a dusty road on a Hillside, there’s a little abode standing back from the big old oak the one loved by so many countryfolks it takes a country girl to love The simple song of the...
When daddy would make ice cream on a hot Saturday night he would pack in crushed ice and rocksalt just right he would turn and churn and churn vanilla dreams in our minds burned with every pull of the handle...
