Author Archives: Carolyn Snowden

verse 1There was a corner lot, a house two stories high,And a river flowing, North nearby.There were mossy oaks,and palm trees tall.There was a big duck pond,right inside the mall! chorusWhere is that place,We used to know?If we could go back,No doubt, we’d go.So let’s close our eyes,and reminisce.of that place and time,So many ofContinue reading “Reminisce”

verse 1James was a grown man just trying to survive.He lived life on his own termsat the age of 65. He made a buck when he needed towith some tools and his two hands,He’d sip a beer with his conscious clear,As a proud American. (full band instrumental) verse 2James was a small man,100 pounds… ifContinue reading “Remember James”

verse 1Some little girls like quiet games.Some little girls play school.Some little girls stay neat and clean and follow every rule. verse 2Some little girls are loud and yell.Some little girls play rough.Some little girls pretend to fly because swinging is not enough. chorus Then little girls become grown up girlsMoving on to complexity,But everyContinue reading “These Years”

For us it has beena long, winding road—of hormones shifting,often ready to explode. Our weight has gone up,our feet have spread wide,and volcanic hot flashesburn us up inside. So please excuse uswhile we make this claim:we no longer care,and we feel zero shame. We don’t care thatour outfits don’t match.We don’t care ifpet hair isContinue reading “This Club No Longer Cares”

You’re an ole country boy,you like to say,When guests write into appear on your stage. They seek solutions,attention, sometimes fame,But you cut straight throughand tell it to them plain. They bring their conflictwhile searching for peace,They carry denial,yet hope for release. They bring excuses,still longing to heal,From bitterness and burdenstoo heavy to conceal. ChorusPut downContinue reading “Dr. Phil”

“What does freedom mean?”she asked her mom,with little eyesso bright and wide.“It means resting wellafter games and fun,so you can growwith peace inside.” “Why does it matter, though?”she asked her dad,with curious earsthat loved to hear.“It matters sowe can be ourselves,and live our liveswith less to fear.” “How did we get it then?”she asked themContinue reading “Freedom”

When the headlines of the day,Overwhelm you with dismay. Hang in there, because on the way…Is college football! If you’re bored with every show,And being cautious with your cash flow.Just stay home and drink Merlot,Raise a glass to football! When you’re ready for changing seasons,And love fall best for many reasons.Figure out what jeans toContinue reading “College Football”

He was the last man standing,With five decades on the slide.Just a Simple Man on big stages,With his hometown full of pride.A survivor of that plane crash,That forever changed the band.Why some were taken and some sparred,No living person will understand. But their legacy and their lyrics,Like fresh waters in a drought.Keep feeding generations,that’s whatContinue reading “Last Man Standing”

“The Dad” I have heard your stories,a thousand times.Of big business deals,and some childhood crimes.Still I love to listen,and drink them up,Like cold margaritas,salt and fresh limes.We have been on trips,and seen so much.like distant beaches,national parks and such.Thieves could steal,my every souvenir.But the memories made,they cannot touch.Our amazing God created life, without blueprintsor aContinue reading “The Dad”