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
Sitting by a warm and cozy crackling fire staring at flames of yellow and red as they dance higher embers falling and ashes stacking little sparks seem to be continually cracking the visions it stirs up in my mind are...
On any given day We all ran outside to play Didn’t matter to mama how long we would stay Down to the spring A small sack lunch we would bring We had what we needed, We had everything Jumping off the...
Unspoken Her soft-spoken words made images in my headYears of memories too long being left-unsaid As time passed with no thoughts it could endToo busy laughing and crying with new and old friends Savoring those moments for the here and...
There are days when I think about my mama And I see her ways as she goes about her day as if she hasn’t a care in the world That is never true of just any mama, and with 14...