Country Colored Memories
Your provoking
My hearts choking
I will take it
Until you quit
A stepping stone
For my heart alone
Every time you erupt
My path, you disrupt
You keep provoking
Embers your stoking
When your fire goes out
It is my turn to shout
But, I will not provoke you
Listening to you Is the clue
I will not choke your heart
Belittle you or break you apart
Only you
control what you do
So I’ll hold you
Shape you mold you
One day you’ll be right
Until then, we will fight
I will meet you down the hillpast the old bridgeWhere the Jasmine is in full bloomat the end of the ridge Let’s run together to our sandy bottomcreek bankClimb on our rock, feet in the water together sink Lay back...
March Winds The March winds are known to blow Whipping the wind every where it goes The seasons change four times a year Every Season holds something dear Summers fun comes in June Bringing with it changes to the moon...
The stars are shining brightA soft glow of the mooncast shadows into the night summer reaches its endthe fall is ready to begin falls my favorite time of yearI always stop and stare at the foliage falling all aroundburning red...
Rory Rory was horrified at what his mother was doing to Rosy. His mother had the dogs’ wire brush, and Rosy’s skin was red and bleeding. He screamed your hurting Rosy, stop it! Stop It! Rory’s mother was scrubbing Rosy...