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..

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…

connetta

The Twins…

Some call it Autumn
and some call it Fall..
That season of beauty
and changing it all..
When it’s no longer summer,
but not winter Ya know?
Too cold for swimming
and too warm for snow
As i sat and pondered
on a hill ‘neath the sky
I heard a whisper
in the winds passing by
Saying ” It’s not a secret
but few people know
That Autumn and fall
are twins (Yes, it’s so)..
Autumn & summer
hang out at the start..
And it’s hard to tell
the two apart.
She turns the tress
from green into art..
The beauty of Autumn
is the Seasons big  heart..
But there’s 2 of them
( she has a twin)
Called Fall and Jack
frost is His friend..
Fall takes Autumns
beautiful leaves
And turns them into
Naked trees..
so, if you find yourself pondering
which name will ring true…
Remember Autumn and fall
are twins  ( there are 2) 

 

Connetta 

Autumn & Jack

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
goodbye…

Nov.7th 2008, connetta Jean

Back On my feet again…..

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….

chorus..
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….

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…

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…