Connetta Jean Poems

In the woods
Benieth honeysuckle vines
i found a bucket
tattered and torn..
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I see myself
twenty years from now
telling great Grandchildren
about a depression
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When Winter begins
to lose His touch
and his buddy Jack Frost
don't hang 'roun as much..
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While walking down a tiny road
out on the edge of town...
I heard Nature whispering
it echoed all around..
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The old cabin
has a window
overlooking a lake.
hidden in summer
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The old bus
put to rest
in a field
down a gravel road...
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So graceful she stands
on a hill all alone
a Once Upon time
house called a home..
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The old house
tucked away in time..
seemed to be
trying to hide.
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Aunt Alice liked to give advice
throughout my childhood years
'Gossip is the longest word
She said 'among your peers'
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One thing I tend to do a lot
Is talk and talk and talk and talk..
But if Grandma ever gave you a call
You'd know it's not my fault at all..
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