Connetta Jean Poems
A Farmers Poem
'I don't like Poetry'
Said the husband to the wife..
'I've no time for such things
I live a Farmers life'
But the wife said 'dear husband'
'you live a poets poem'
do you not reap the harvest
of seeds by whick you've sown?
I've seen you bow your head in thanks
when God answered prayers for rain
i've seen your eyes shine with pride
with every baby calf you name'
' I guess poetrys okay' he said
as he kissed that farmers wife
and silently he thanked the Lord
she saw poetry in their life....
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