White Winter Gold….

I’ve been sitting and watching
as the kids from our town
take sleds up the hill
and sleigh ride back down..
from short ones to tall ones
from young kids to old
to them a big snow storm
is white winter gold…
Theres some building snowmen
some throwing snow balls..
others building snow forts
ignoring their mothers calls..
with their nose and cheeks
a bright ruby-red,
and heads that are sweating
Neith the caps on their head…
They just keep on sleighing
ice skating and stuff
making snow men and snow balls
They can’t get enough..
I watch their parents build fires
that glow into the night
marsh mellows are roasting
It’s a beautiful sight…
Time spent together
memories kept growing old..
are often the treasures
of finding white winter gold…

 
Picture and poem by connetta Jean…

Stilll Standing…..

So graceful she stands
on a hill all alone
a Once Upon time
house called a home..
her doors are open
windows long without glass
But to me this old house still
has a whole lot of class….
the paint on her walls
long ago lost their shine..
but they still hold the sounds
she’s heard in her time..
they’ll go down with her
someday when she falls..
And she’ll take along with her
the floors with the walls.
her windows still capture
the sight others saw..
they hold the reasons
why she still doesn’t fall..
her floors are not sturdy
in places I found
There’s only one stairway
That is still safe and sound..
But, the old porch carved
By strong loving hands
Says a lot about reasons
of why she still stands…

SEEDS…..

Once i awoke within a dream.
to find that peace had come.
All the world had freedom.
there was not one evil done.
Every war had ended,
and hunger was no  more.
life had so much meaning,
when, it never did before.
Yet, I was the only one.
left upon this earth
for death had come to everyone,
who would not give peace birth
i saw about myself no sign
of modern mortal men
yet i remembered yesterday
and how the world had been.
I screamed a God to tell me why.
Oh why He did not hold
peace within the hearts of men,
treasured more than gold?
“it was then i heard a silent voice,
come from it seemed the sky
“if everything were perfect.
one would not need to try
there shall be the hungry ones
as well as those quite full
there shall be the loving hearts
as well as those quite cruel
there shall be the fortunate
as well as those in need
peace won’t come till everyone
plants a peacefull seed.
it was then i asked the silent voice
to tell me one by one
where had been the peaceful seeds
to plant by everyone?
the voice became a whisper
then it quivered than it cried
search your heart and soul each day
for they are there inside
if everyone quite fortunate
helped out just one in need
the full would feed the hungry
but that’s just one peaceful seed
i awoke from that dream to find ,

some follow some shall lead
but one thing that we all can do
is plant that peacefull seed.

poetry and picture by connetta jean

The Vote…

When it gets cold and icy
Foggy with snow and sleet..
Winter has no mercey on 
Our hands or nose and feet..
The old man has a motive
And he works for Father Time
Once winter is upon us
There won’t be much sunshine..
All the lakes and ponds are frozen
The scene  is black and white..
Cabin fever settles in
(It’s not a happy sight).
I don’t like winter
Winter ain’t my cup of tea
Cause that old man partys harty
Bringing cold and mysery…
If I could I’d  change things
Put the Old man down
I’d tell Summer Spring and Autumn
Not to let Winter hang around..
I’d go to Mother Nature
To meet with Father Time
And tell them we all voted
And we don’t like Wintertime..
They can Give it to Alaska,
Take  it south to the pole..
Put it anywhere they want to
( anyplace but here is cool).
I don’t like Winter
Winter ain’t my cup of tea..
when the old man partys harty
It  Don’t do anything for me..

Winter Rain..

Seldom does one give fame
to the nasty Winter Rain
When Jack Frost sits alone in wait
For Winter ( Seems he’s running late)
November seemed to fly right by
Soon another year will bid us HI..
And all this nasty Winter Rain
Will turn to ice  and be a pain
If winter rains don’t freeze to ice
Slush and snow will not be nice…
All in all it’s all a big old  pain..
Be it  ice & snow , Or winter rain…

A Message For Winter..

 

I can see that
Aumumn is gone
it gets so quiet
once she moves on..
Old man winter
how i dread your time
The Beauty of Autumn
Is still fresh in my mind..
i’m truly not ready
for Your ice and snow..
I’m already wishing
You’d just  pack up and go…

UNEMPLOYMENT TIME….

 The foreman down at the factory
just laid off Jake he was hired after me
Lord,I’m moving right down that seniority line
I ain’t good at doing unemployment time

when i ain’t workin’ she’ll work full-time
and over time too if she gets the mind.
she’ll look at me and lay down the law
the one who ain’t workin’ ..has got it all.

..and the kids get up at a quarter till six
there’s breakfast, lunch and supper to fix
the beds need made and the sweeper needs run
(i ain’t real good at getting things done.)
there’s dishes to do groceries to buy
laundry to wash and laundry to dry
by the time I’ll get time to sit down
the kids will be home runnin’ around
if i ain’t working she’ll work ME  full-time
and over time too if she gets the mind
me home alone suits her just fine
i ain’t good at doin’ unemployment time
there’s bills to pay errands to run
cleaning up messes, never gets done
she’ll look at me &  lay down the law
if I’m not working i got it all…
yes, if I’m out of work, she’ll work  Me full time
over time too if she gets the mind.
me home alone will suit her just fine
i ain’t good at doin’ unemployment time

Lyric and pictures .. by Connetta Jean….

Searching for Summer..

 

Something told me to go
to the field on the hill…
to make sure that summer
was all  silent and still.
I was searching for something
in the weeds tall and brown
but  sighns  of summer
could  not to be found..
 Autumn had fallen
and jack Frost made sure
He finished off summer
(he got rid of her)…’
So  i sat on the hillside
just watching the trees..
they seemed to dance naked
as they swayed in the breeze..
and i know it sounds crazy
but i swear that it’s no lie..
I  thought heard  Mother Nature
telling Autumn  goodbye.
then she whisperd softly
to snow flakes in the sky….
As if she was telling
Old man Winter hi..
.

Autumn Goodbyes…

 

I’m not ready for winter
and all the cold icy crap..
Autumn will leave us
sitting right in His  lap…
the nights have grown colder
the sun’s not as hot..
Summer has faded
(i miss her a lot.)
Now it’s plastic on windows
to keep out the chill
sweaters and jackets
and a high heating bill..
once leaves are raked up
it’s no time at all
we will be saying
goodbye to fall..

picture and poem by Connetta..

Goodbye Sweet Autumn…

I overheard Autumn today
saying she must go away…
I wish she’d just refuse to go
but Winter’s bugging her, i Know..
I wish that she would just say no
and we could skip the ice and snow..
but I fear that what she said is true
( I’ve felt winter coming, havn’t you?)
Oh Autumn I will wait for you
through winter, spring and summer too
because,none of them can compare
to seeing Autumn everywhere…….

All poems and pictures by connetta jean.