Berniece Penner Poems

The retired farmer sits in his rocking chair
Thinking of days no longer there -
Not really wishing for them again
Just remembering way back when
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Do not speak to me of enduring
as I
run down a wooded path
walk up a mountain trail
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As a bride I arrived
to the land of sagebrush
where coyotes howled
Mexican music played
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I pour coffee
As day breaks
To meditate and pray
Alone with Him.
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Come with me
And we will see
Jesus;
Born in simplicity
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Desolate on a winter night
The sea roars on
I never expected this sight
The boardwalk gone.
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