Biography of Sandra Conner
A writer of both fiction and non-fiction books, as well as poetry. I am also a Christian minister, and I have taught English most of my adult life. I am a keyboard musician, and one of my greatest delights is spending time worshiping the Lord Jesus Christ and receiving songs from Him that I can share with others. I write poetry because it gives me so much joy to do so.
Sandra Conner's Works:
Racing Toward The Light, Quenton's Honor, Set Free To Love, Cameron's Rib, Repaired By Love, Jonah's Song, Healing Is For You! , The Lord Giveth; The Devil Taketh Away. (All published by St. Ellen Press, U.S.A.)
Sandra Conner Poems
I Am A Raindrop
I am a raindrop. I'm looking for a place to plop. I'm falling quickly and cannot stop. I don't know where I'd like to be,
Barefoot boy goin' down the road On his way to the fishin' hole. Faded overalls and an old straw hat, 'Cross his shoulder a wooden pole.
I found a locket nestled 'neath a tree. It sparkled, and it twinkle, and it surely winked at me. It looked forlorn, forgotten, skimmed with dew,
Hurry, Tilly, the water's rising; We must lead all the horses from the barn. Hurry, Tilly, the water's rising; Find the cow and calf so they don't come to harm.
A Mouse Is A Mouse - Or Is It?
Is it mouses or is it mice? I've asked this question more than twice. As I sit before my monitor, I'm quite sure I am just not sure.
Give me a private hideaway, Where quiet is amplified, No harsh intrusions of busy worlds, Just nature, satisfied.
What Will Christmas Bring?
"What will Christmas bring, Mom? " "Why, Son, 'twill bring you lots of toys and joys." "What else will Christmas bring, Mom? " "Well, fun and games with other girls and boys."
A crown, A diadem, A shackle placed upon the brow.
It's In Me
Are you buried deep in sorrow Over past and hurtful wounds? Has the weight of your own failures Left you feeling failure-doomed?
Now My Heart Must Sing
I woke to face another day, No glad expectancy, For heavy disappointments were all Weighing down on me.
Love On The Line
LOVE ON THE LINE I read about a Navy guy; 'Twas during World War II;
Ah, Thanksgiving, How I Love You!
Ah, Thanksgiving, how I love you! Golden, crowning jewel of Fall. Beacon of warmth and camaraderie, Sending glad invitation to all:
What's For Dinner?
I spot him there, behind the barn, A full-plumed, regal bird. He looks up, straight into my eyes. I speak no single word.
When I was a child, I thought as a child, And snow was a thing so delightful! From school we were free; we got wet to the knees, And our mom's day was thrown all off schedule.
When I was a child, I thought as a child,
And snow was a thing so delightful!
From school we were free; we got wet to the knees,
And our mom's day was thrown all off schedule.
But now that I'm grown, I must do on my own
All the chores Mom and Dad used to dread:
Stock up food by the loads, drive on slippery roads,
Shovel snow, and repair that old sled.