I do this blog because I Love Music. I grew up with music all different kinds Rock and Roll, Christian in a little Baptist Church, Love Pop, Bluegrass, Country, Classical Rock, Hard Rock, Jazz, AND Blues. We was raised to love music through different aspects of our life. Sometimes it was visiting with my mothers sisters and my Uncle Dallas and cousin Roger, we would have a back yard cookout and they would pull out their guitars and we all would sing.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Nothing Remains The Same
Little birds sitting in the trees singing
a song so sweet it can not be beat.
A crow flying by so high in the sky looking for something to eat.
The sound of a creek flowing towards the river, with fish jumping into the air.
Looking up at the mountains so high
it hurts knowing that some people could care less if the little animals lived or died
It makes my heart shiver with disdain to think what is going to happen next,
to the deer romping and playing in the sunshine.
No moonshine made here,everything is to near.
Civilization has moved into their habitat ,
now they know nothing but fear.
As my mind remembers a better time and place tears roll down my cheeks
just to think how weak we have become when property is more important,.
and everything else is a game and nothing remains the same.
Written by Judith Collins
a song so sweet it can not be beat.
A crow flying by so high in the sky looking for something to eat.
The sound of a creek flowing towards the river, with fish jumping into the air.
Looking up at the mountains so high
it hurts knowing that some people could care less if the little animals lived or died
It makes my heart shiver with disdain to think what is going to happen next,
to the deer romping and playing in the sunshine.
No moonshine made here,everything is to near.
Civilization has moved into their habitat ,
now they know nothing but fear.
As my mind remembers a better time and place tears roll down my cheeks
just to think how weak we have become when property is more important,.
and everything else is a game and nothing remains the same.
Written by Judith Collins
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Everyone Is Somebody
Everyone is somebody
we might be big in politics or
like the Statue Of Liberty standing there in the harbor shining her freedom light for all to see.
We might be the one who does the cleaning for the president
Everyone is somebody
A wonderful sight it is when our service men get to come home.
Every day these young men and women put their selves in harms way
so that we can grow old.
We owe them our souls as well as our gratitude.
Everyone is somebody
The doctors and nurses they are so bold and caring
this helps them see and take care of the ones who are in need
Everyone is somebody
from the biggest to the littlest we have American pride.
Some of us walk some ride buses while others ride cars
we have others who drive big semitrailers to assure our food and supplies reach our homes,
We all have one thing in common everybody is somebody and we all are Americans
Written By Judith Collins
we might be big in politics or
like the Statue Of Liberty standing there in the harbor shining her freedom light for all to see.
We might be the one who does the cleaning for the president
Everyone is somebody
A wonderful sight it is when our service men get to come home.
Every day these young men and women put their selves in harms way
so that we can grow old.
We owe them our souls as well as our gratitude.
Everyone is somebody
The doctors and nurses they are so bold and caring
this helps them see and take care of the ones who are in need
Everyone is somebody
from the biggest to the littlest we have American pride.
Some of us walk some ride buses while others ride cars
we have others who drive big semitrailers to assure our food and supplies reach our homes,
Written By Judith Collins
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
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off the main drag around the bend.
Cabins with fire pits that send a welcome to all visitor's.
Come here and stay on the Hatfield Trails in Boone, WV.
The river flowing by invitingly to all,
you might catch a small fish or two.
The host he treats you with the up most
kindness and respect.
After leaving and returning home,
you can boost some or better yet
allot about your trip to our
beautiful state of WV.
Monday, June 6, 2011
A Late Father's Day
All through the years your memory has lingered
here in my heart.
A life that was cut short before your time.
You were only forty two.
I am left here to look back on all the Father's Days
I didn't have you here with me Dad.
It has caused a deep seeded sadness in my heart
through out the years.
The times I would like to talk to you,
No one to walk me down the Isle.
When my children came along,
I miss the twinkle that would have been in your eyes.
Oh the pride I know you would have taken to have been their grandpa.
My life has moved on without you.
I know you are one of my guardian angels up in heaven,
in my heart I know you look down on all seven of us.
You send your blessing that only a loving Dad could give.
Dad rest in peace and wait someday God will open the gates,
then what a Father's Day we will have even though it will be late.
Written by Judith Collins
here in my heart.
A life that was cut short before your time.
You were only forty two.
I am left here to look back on all the Father's Days
I didn't have you here with me Dad.
It has caused a deep seeded sadness in my heart
through out the years.
The times I would like to talk to you,
No one to walk me down the Isle.
When my children came along,
I miss the twinkle that would have been in your eyes.
Oh the pride I know you would have taken to have been their grandpa.
My life has moved on without you.
I know you are one of my guardian angels up in heaven,
in my heart I know you look down on all seven of us.
You send your blessing that only a loving Dad could give.
Dad rest in peace and wait someday God will open the gates,
then what a Father's Day we will have even though it will be late.
Written by Judith Collins
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