Birdfeeders?

Every year, when winter creeps in
The wildlife stops being a friend
the food is scarce,ain’t a whole lot around
(And chipmunks don’t like,
getting food off the ground..)
them red birds are brave and
they peck on more than wood
(And them old wood peckers
will hurt you if they could..)
So it didn’t surprise me
to see old red mad and mean
Telling the chipmunk
to “get the hell off that thing”
He seemed to inform him
“It’s a BIRD feeder ,so go
You get your  food from
the scraps” i “leave below”..
But ya know how it is when
you make all that noise..
Big squirrels are just waiting
to say “beat it boys”…

 

 

Dough Days of Winter…

Today I watched two little kids
While their Mama went to work..
At first they both was quiet
With the T.V. and a book.
But soon the 2 cried out to me
“It’s such a cold and dreary day”
(Both claim to hate December
and wish they could go OUT and play.)
Well, me being  their  Grandma
The idea came to my mind
To make them “WANT” to be inside
And give them some quality time.
So I sat up the old card  table and
Put salt into a mixing bowl
And knew i was on the right track
When i heard 2 voices saying “Cool!”
Once i kneaded in the flour
and added  some  color too
I got the cookie cutters and
Played  a hour ( more  like 2).
A little flour salt and water
Can bless a childs creative side
Making  cold and dreary winter days
Great days to play inside.
By the time their mom gets home
We’ll have ornaments for their tree
And when  she smells the baking  clay
She’ll turn to smile at me…
For she remembers oh too well
her time with  bakers clay..
and smells will take her back in time
To a cold and dreary yesterday…

 

connetta jean

Photos by terri jean photography

http://www.flickr.com/photos/connetta/collections/72157602558211068/

 

Chatter…

 
Today,I paused  to rest by a pond
it was such a peaceful day
and I  listend to the chatter of
all Nature had to say….
“I’m sheding my leaves”
said the bush to the tree…
“My leaves will be bright red
just wait and you’ll see”
“My leaves will be golden”
said the tall tree with pride…
“”Too soon I’ll stand Naked
i’ll have nothing to hide”..
“you’ll fertile our soil”
said the flowers below
“Your leaves will mulch us
and protect us from snow”
“I’ll be back in the spring”
said the Robin with glee
to the squirrel’s who were busy
collecting nuts from a tree…
“I’ll soon be frozen”
said the pond to them all
“it will be months and months”
“until the spring thaw”
” And I’ll miss all of you
coming here for a drink”
( Listening to Nature
sure made me think)…
I watched the birds
as they gathered up seeds
and knew that one purpose
of fall was those weeds..
i watched the squirrel’s
waiting for nuts to fall,
and knew that this season
was to harvest it all……
Yes, winter will follow
But Nature needs Her rest,
through spring and summer
she gave us her best..

Picture and poem by connetta

“One More Time” by guest poet Cheryl.

The mother walked away,

with an exasperated smile,

She’d been trying to wean her daughters,

from the bottle for a while,

She said,”If you want to be big girls,

you must leave the bottle behind”,

The youngest said,”Tomorrow mom,

I need my bottle one more time”,

Years later in a treatment room,

with her brother of forty-two,

She listened as the Doctor said,

”Sir I have bad news for you”,

“To live you must let the bottle go,

and leave that life behind”,

Her brother spoke with a trembling voice,

”I need my bottle one more time”,

Sometimes we are weak,sometimes we are strong,

and most don’t understand,

There are times in life when weak or strong,

we all need a helping hand,

If we reached out more with love,

perhaps then we would find,

The strength to let ‘our’ bottles go,

and leave the pain behind.

c.d.m.11/09

this poem was written by  my good friend Cheryl, (Photo by me) to visit her blog and check out more of her poetry…go to “Whispers of the Day”  on my  my blog roll or try clicking my link posted here.

http://whispersoftheday.wordpress.com

Ode To Summer

Up on a ridge
there is a road
that called to me
(come see…come see)
on good sky days
the little road
seems to meet the sky…
It’s therapy i guess,
so they say anyway….
to walk and drink in
Natures gifts.
walking alone
i can  hear Autumn
chatting with summer
like she’s a friend..
all the while
making plans
to leave summer behind
and join old man winter..
she’ll  paint him pictures…
And  Autumns  pictures paint
a thousand thoughts..
when summer starts fading
rest assured
Autumn’s somewhere
she’s out there……..
She’s In- between days
where summer fades
and Nature whispers..
she writes Poetry
with white clouds..
on blue skies
for winter to find…
on gravel roads
that lead to the sky…
for poets to find
( lucky stones).
Autumn will try her best
to linger with Winter..
as long as she can..

Rainy roads and Autumn

I love a back road,

right after a rain

when Autumn is saying

“I’m here, YES! I came”..

Little whispers of wind saying

  ”Watch Me turn green into Gold

with beautiful Ambers

and Scarlets  to hold”.

I love A back road,

all shinny and wet

saying “summer is leaving”

( but she’s still not gone yet).

i admit that she’s fading,

she’s fading fast

but all seasons change

her beauty won’t last.

once trees are naked,

and leaves carpet the ground

Jack frost and the old man

 will be hanging around…. 

November Prayer..

Lord, i ask that you send
wisdom to those
who can change things…
May they know the pain
of being without work..
of being without hope
trying to survive
on Daily  Blessings…..
I ask in faith
that wisdom be found
to change this time
into a time of peace
that all will know
Your gifts
Your blessings…
Your love
Your promice.
Please Let there be
a end to war
and a road to peace..
these things i ask in faith.
that all i need to do
is ask..
Amen..

Love and Green Tomatoes…

Helen and Jake
used to live on a farm.
together they grew
a huge garden.
Every Friday
spring summer and fall
they sat uptown
at the Farmers Market.
Lots of people came there
to buy green tomatoes
3 for a dollar.
Helen loved repeating
How Green tomatoes
sell better than red
but she hated to pick them
‘Before they was done’..
These days Helen waits
for someone to offer
her a ride to the store.
and out to the rest home
to visit with Jake..
Jake long ago forgot her.
he just sits and stares.
Nurses say
He’s never a problem.
(Till Helen arrives.)
After 69 years together….
I doubt one could convince her
Jake doesn’t ‘Hear Her’……..
She can’t understand
the way he ignores her.
she thinks he’s pretending.
tells him to ’snap out of it.’
But their time is done.
and all that’s left
Of Helen and Jake
are memories
and pictures.
Holding her hand
i tell her with love,
a Granddaughter’s lie..
that grandpa remembers
I say He’s okay,
Just tired and
Being moody today.
whispering in her ear
(typical man) ..
I watch Her old sad eyes
start to shine and sparkle
as he smiles at her
reaching for the
green tomato sandwich
We always take him…
I take pictures
of them smiling
(Something for her to hold
once I take her home..)
And join in the laughter
as they both say together
‘green is better than red..’

Connetta Jean

The Summer Dance…

One day while on a quiet walk
Along a tiny path i found
A place to sit and ponder on
Nature dancing all around..
It was plain as day to see
Summer was changing face
Like whispers on the summer wind
The season was loosing grace..
though it was just “little things”
that time seemed to enhance
I took my time -making time
Just to watch summer dance..
Soon the leaves will start to turn
And Autumn will begin to change
this season that i love so much
( Autumn loves to re-arrange).
So if you have time – to take some time
enjoy summer, (she’s still here)
and enjoy her while she’s dancing
soon she’ll leave us for a  year…

Yesterday’s Farm

 

It was Late in August
A hot summer day
The bright sun was setting
(I had a hour to play..)
So I  walked  in the woods
And followed a stream…
Taking time to make time
For myself  just to dream..
I came to a old cabin
With a garden and barn
Memorys of  A yesterday
When life held more charm..
where gardens was planted
right out the back door
And apples and Berrys
Went in a cellar to store..
I thought how the old days
Was more modern about “things”
Like chopping their own heat
And getting water from springs..
No bills for  Utilities
No meters to read..
When family’s together
Got their groceries from seed.
I felt peaceful and safe
as i watched the sun going town
wishing i could go back
Bring them old days back around..
To do it the old way
and have all the charm
that i felt when i stumbled
Upon Yesterday’s Farm…