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…
Go Away Winter!
Go Away winter
and leave me alone..
i’m tired of being
chilled to the bone.
i want to plant flowers
and sit in the sun
I want to go swimming
“winters no fun!”
i want to open up
windows and doors
i want to go barefoot
and do summer chores
I want to mow grass
and sit in the sun
i want of plant gradens
and have summer fun.
so go away winter
and just leave me be
Summer is where
I want now to be…
Inside Mudhouse Mansion…..
i found a link on the computor, that takes you inside Mudhouse Mansion… http://www.abandonedohio.com/mudhouse.html
A Message For Winter..
It’s plain to 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…
the Cloud dance
down at the rivers edge
where silence and peace
seem to welcome
Restless spirits
(and tired thoughts…)
i sometimes find
clouds dancing
On the water..
as Mother Nature
paints her pictures
for me to find….
Christmas Morning..
“Santa came”,His young voice cried
“without a trace!” ( Someone had lied).
Yes, my son, the old man came
but we both know it’s just a game.
“Can we open our presents now?” said he
“i’ve waited oh so long to see”
Yes, we shall but first let’s pray
It’s more than just a Holiday…
Santa Claus is not the one
who gave me You, my only son…
“He’s too small to understand”
grandma said, patting my hand..
“Santa Claus is all he knows,
He’ll learn the truth, as he grows”
yet, though my Mother raised me well
I have stumbled, Yes, i fell
I want to do the best i can
to raise this boy to a wise old man..
Suddenly a soft voive said
As if He was inside my head
“if the boy learns on his own
too many years he’s walked alone
time and truth are best at hand
to raise this boy to a wise old man..
For though he be wisest of them all
all could stumble, all can fall…”
Poem and picture by Connetta Jean
This poem was Re-written as a Christmas poem…It was written in 1980…Published as a Easter Poem..
