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..

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…

Cucumber Mornings

 

I spent a week of getting up early
Watching the sun rise
Drinking my morning coffee
waiting for two little eyes..
to peep out the window
( looking to see)
If Grandma was outside
then he’d run out to me….
See, we started a venture
a week now ago…
When We found a tiny cucumber
and began watching it grow.
With us both in our bare feet
into the Garden we’d run
to see the cucumber
In the bright mornig sun..
he’d pull back the leaves
and each time he would smile
saying ”I think he”s a lot bigger
than yesterday now”..
We talked about someday
Soon there would be
a cucumber salad
Just for Him and me…
But we both knew His Mother
would be coming for him that day
And for a week maybe two he’d be
In a town far away.
I wanted to eat it
Let him pick it right then..
but like a big boy he said
” he’s so tiny and thin”
“I think we should let him
Grow up a bit more”
I’ll be back next week and
we”ll eat him for sure”
Then he looked up at me
with his voice like a big man
Said ” Will you check him each morning
Grandma, like I am?”
Today he is gone,
And i feel so alone
checking this morning
to see if it’s grown..
I know I’ll never pick it
I’ll leave it for when
He comes back to visit
I’ll leave the picking for him.
Amen..

Dancing With Butterflies….

 

It was early September
a warm sunny day..
my five year old grandson
was busy at play..
when the back door burst open
and he came running in..
Saying “Grandma, oh, Grandma
the butterflies back again…”
Armed with my camera
and him with one too..
we both went chasing
butterlies ( there was 2)..
we laughed as we ran
all over the place…
Sticking our cameras
in their butterfly face…
with a smile on his lips
he sat  on the ground..
 said ” Grandma I love
watching them dance around”…
I sat there a long time
as he danced with them too…
then he reached up &  caught it
said “he’s my gift to you”…
with his tiny hand reaching
to hand it to me..
i told him i’d  rather
he set my present free.
He opened his fingers
& it seemed like a race….
as  he and that butterfly
danced all over the place..

all poems and pictures are by Connetta Jean….

The Open Door..

 

 

One late Summer afternoon in June
After a gentle rain came dancing by
I sat  real still  high on a hill
On a rock beneath the sky…
The road i came still smelt of rain
it’s rocks drying one by one
But, I felt at home,not all alone
with the rock the sky and sun.
The day was cool,it warmed my soul
as i whispered into the summer breeze
“If  it’s no bother,a daughter to Father
talk is what I’d like Lord,if you please”..
‘Twas then i must of fell asleep
for my heart it seemed to stop
as i flew just like the Eagles do
Looking down upon the old rocks top..
I heard a silent voice that seemed
to be telling me to see
 for years of long His voice was strong
talking constantly to me..
i excused it as a thought and not
God taking to me ( I couldn’t see)
that yes for sure,that opened door
was never closed to me.
I heard a voice that said quite clear
 ”listen for a door to open silently
and let be heard as a  silent word”
child you’ll know it’s me”
then i awoke and a fog like smoke
seemed to stand right where i stood
and I heard the sound of a door
Open like He said it would.
I realized I need not pray
For He knew about me inside out
And I was safe in His grace
for that I had no doubt.
Since that day i must say
I wonder how He knew that I
surly would know if I could
what it feels like to fly.
and true to His word I have heard
him chatting all the time
Silently, words just for me
& I find them in my  mind..
The door that opened never closed
and He promised me quite faithfully
that Father to daughter, i need not bother
to listen for His  door to close on me…

 

 

 

 

Hard Times Going Down…

I went to pay the bills today
and ask them to give me awhile
to catch up on the ones
way past due right now..
seems like when we pay one
anouther one comes due
Seems the only things worth living for
comes free to me and you…
Daddy always told me
“that love’s a rocky road
life is like a field
and you reap just what was sowed.
He said, don’t think it will be easy
that ain’t reality
Cause anything worth getting
is whats given to you free”…
I’m Daddy’s little girl
and one mans woman
i’m Mommy to the kids running round..
i’m a friend and i’m a lover
and i trust God’s faith in me
we can take the hard times going down
yes, we can take the hard times going down..
Grandma left me treasures
in a big old ceader chest
nothing anyone would want but me
old pictures cards and letters
her wedding dress and poems
poems she wrote back in 1923..
i’m Daddy’s little girl
and one mans woman
i’m mommy to the kids running round
i’m a friend and i’m a lover
and i trust God’s faith in me
Yes,we can take the hard times going down..
Yes, we can take the hard times going down.

connetta jean… music by Richard  SooS

The Harvest…

 

There was something deep inside of me
that had my spirit tired and weak.
As i searched for seeds to plant
For I knew not where to seek..
It’s not a vegetable or things
like a flower,shrub or tree
it’s the seeds of what the Bible says
must be grown “inside” of me.
For many years i prayed to find
the seeds to plant them one by one
But no matter what i asked in prayer
His answer did not come..
Every day for years i listened for
a word or thought of signs of where
I could find the seeds that God
wanted me to plant out there..
Then just the other day I was
sitting silent on a hill alone
and the thought came to me
I’d planted seeds now grown…
What i didn’t see was in front of me
my family ,old friends and then
I thanked him for His answer that
I know had come from Him..
My thoughts became much stronger as
I saw seeds one by one….
come to my mind like bright sunshine
Shedding light on things “already done.”.
Now i know when God says to plant
seeds and let them grow..
he’s talking about the little things
Of life we reap because we sow..