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....
Feeling Buggy? ? ?
Every year when spring gets near
It's the same old, same old thing.
Bugs come out and craw about
they lay in wait for spring.
They squirm they craw (they've bit us all)
their tiny mighty thugs
They make us shout and jump about
I hate the thought of bugs.
they hide in walls and window sills