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Author Name: PremiumGlata 4 Comments
Date Added: June 20, 2020 17:06:57 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
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Country Paradise
Eleven at night
It's eighty degrees
She rolls down the window
To enjoy the breeze
Radio playing
She smells on the air
Sweet honeysuckle
As it plays through her hair
Keith Urban's singing
A song of love's truth
*"Making Memories of Us"
From the well of love's youth
Lightning bugs blink
Like small flashlights so bright
Leaving a smile
On her face every night
Her life is at peace
As contentment wraps 'round
Her slow country life
Is her paradise found
Author's Notes:
 Photo by Knockturna

*"Making Memories of Us" is the title of a country music song written by Rodney Crowell that has been recorded by several artists. The first version was recorded by Tracy Byrd on his 2003 album The Truth About Men. One year later, Crowell and Vince Gill recorded the song as members of The Notorious Cherry Bombs, a side project comprising former members of Crowell's backing band.

The third version of this song was recorded by Keith Urban on his 2004 album Be Here, from which it was released in early 2005 as that album's third single. Urban's rendition was a Number One hit for him on the Billboard Hot Country Songs charts, a position that it held for five weeks.
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Comment By: PremiumHarry William Harborne on July 17, 2012 03:49:11 AM Report

Great work, I am a born and bred country boy and know of its wonders.


Bill Harborne

Comment By: FreeRobert on June 16, 2011 04:01:10 PM Report
I like, simple stright forward and a very vivid picture of a country night--- sighhh I do miss those nights used have a lot of them when i was growing up  now the lightening bugs are few and far between.
Comment By: FreeJohn Bates on June 15, 2011 05:32:50 PM Report
You need a bridge and a chorus line and I can sense a potential country song right here.... this is really great!
Comment By: FreeHenry M. on June 15, 2011 05:10:55 PM Report
You've done great justice to a most beautiful song Glata, it just happens to be one of my favorites too.  Hugs,   Henry


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