Autumn & Jack

•September 2, 2014 • 3 Comments


I’ve heard in the winds
whispers that Autumn,
is leaving us soon..
I found her leaves
laying  gracefully
across the country road.
Like making a dare
For me to cross the line
and disturb them.
Jack frost has been,
courting her nightly now.
Bringing her beautiful diamonds
on early morning trays
of trailing  light.
They dance benieth sunsets
and slow moving fog..
His icy hands touch
places that summer
has yet to let go..
Jack loves her you know…
But i’ve been watching
(Each day she is  fading. )
her colors seem to be
losing their bright
youthful attire..
Autumns last days
are here.
She’s saying

Nov.7th 2008, connetta Jean

Back On my feet again…..

•August 18, 2014 • Leave a Comment


Unemployments running out
I’m so tired of interviews
i come home and roll up pennies
watch the news and get the blues..

I won’t let these hard times haunt me
Sir, I’m not a quitting man
this economy is lousy
but i’ll do the best i can

cause i got God and family beside me
Lord knows how hard it’s been
trust in me baby cause you know I’m gonna be baby
back on my feet again….

now i ask you mr congressman
I ask you senator too
what would you do if you woke up
walking in my shoes?..
could you give up your mansion
give up your mercades benz?
what whould you say if your pay
was what i’m bringing in….

I got God and family beside me
Lord knows how hard it’s been,
trust in me baby cause you know i’m gonna be baby
back on my feet again..

Mr. i don’t need a condo
I Don’t need a caravan
all i need is to be right back up
on my feet again…

I won’t let these hard times haunt me sir
i’m not a quiting man
this economy is lousy
but i’ll do the best i can

cause i got God and family beside me
Lord knows how hard it’s been
trust in me baby cause i’m gonna be baby
back on my feet again…
Yes, trust in me baby canuse i’m gonna be baby
back on my feet again

picture and lyric by connetta jean/music by Soos

To Be A Tree….

•July 30, 2014 • 1 Comment

I wish that God had given me
The peaceful life of a tree..
Without the worries of our time
To be a tree would suite me fine..
no job to do, no bills to pay
No worries of our day to day..
Just standing tall and making shade
Trees it seems have got it made.
So someday when my days here end
and God offers me to live on Earth again..
And asks me what i choose to be
I think I’ll  come back as a tree..
my friends will be the birds and  bees
and all things that climb and live in  trees..
I’ll hang around and clean the air
Summer’s dressed and winter’s bare..
I’ll sway and bend, dancing with the wind
If God let’s me come back to earth again…
But nothing fancy need i be
Just a simple humble tree..

All poems and photos by Connetta Jean..

The Summer Dance…

•July 25, 2014 • 2 Comments


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…

Life on a Farm…

•July 19, 2014 • 3 Comments


High on a hill sits a old rugged barn
(All that’s left of  An  old family farm)
with no heart to sell or tear it’s walls down
the family all voted to keep it around
No tractor is plowing,no cows in the fields
land sitting idle, where crops brought in yields
I go there to sit, on the hill cross the way
to look at the old barn that still stands today.
I picture the children, at play on the farm
Helping their father put hay in that barn..
i picture a woman with  canning jars full
harvesting  her garden,warming her soul.
I picture the house, that fell to the ground
and wonder what happened how it fell down
with  memories tucked in her walls and floors
with all the times going in and out her doors
I’m sure it was sad when it fell to the ground
she took a lot with her when she went down
now A Barn sad and lonesome sits on that hill
holding on to  the Memories now silent and still..
of laughter and work,and all of the charm
that make up the memories of life on a farm..


A Farmers Wife…

•July 17, 2014 • 2 Comments

She didn’t set out to live her life
on a farm ( a farmer’s wife)
It’s just what happened, how it went down
A life spent planting , seeds in the ground.
At first her “City” self said no
She didn’t want to reap and sow.
She hated the smells and the hours it took
Seeing life on a farm as work,work,work.
It took her awhile but she came to see
She was right where she wanted to be..
From fresh eggs to gardens she loved them all
The new baby cows and the harvest in fall.
Somehow she grew into her life
Happy to be a Farmers Wife…


top  Photo by Cheryl. Poem by connetta

Goodbye Old House..

•July 12, 2014 • 2 Comments


Goodbye  old house, you’ve been a friend

But  Our time together, has come to a end

For 22 years, you’ve seen children grown

their time and laughter will stay in this home.

You kept us safe and you kept us warm

Four Grand Sons, you saw born..

they laughed and played, felt safe in your walls

running and jumping on steps in the halls..

For 22 summers and winters you’ve been

where Grandma and grandpa, spent their time with them.

22 years it seems a long time ago

so quickly they passed by, ( where did time go?)

But it was never a house of our own

we  just rented, the house we called home.

Now it’s come time, for a new place to stay

and where we are going, seems so far away.

But we will remember this house and her walls

and all the neighbors and friends who made calls..

It wasn’t a “great house”, nothing fancy by means

Just a shell of a old house, that held all our dreams..

To say i won’t miss her, would be a big lie

She holds lots of memories, of time passing by.

I leave her feeling thankful,for the years that I’ve been

walking through her doors, glad to be home again.

And if we’re lucky, we’ll be just as safe and secure,

In the new house we’ll call home, just like we did her.

So goodbye old house, remember us well

We’ve started new ventures, new stories to tell.

but you’ll always be part of, our lives till the end

you’ve been a blessing, a good trusted friend.


In memory of our home we moved out of  a month ago today….goodbye old house.


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