Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

Snapping Green Beans

The bucket of beans stares me down
Duty calls accomplish this task
No! Poetry comes first for me__frown
"What about other jobs", he asks.

When will I finish this load__care
Today will slip away from here
Out soon into land of dreams
Make believe and fancy wild schemes

Like the Lilies__ neither toil;  spin
None  more magnificently clothed
I will be just as lovely as them
My clothing will be love's spirit

Praise God for those clothes__Glory Him
Wonderful worship this day brings
Thank you God for a few moments
To glorify your Holy name...Amen

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Andrea Dietrich June 15, 2010 at 9:20 PM I once did a poem about those lilies of the field . it is a beautiful scripture to emulate, Sara!! Very nice. Andrea

Margeret Bailey June 15, 2010 at 8:42 PM Interestin write. Thanks for reading my poem!

Caroline Cécile Delacroix June 15, 2010 at 8:28 PM Cool poem, Sara, very creative. Thanks or sharing and thank you for your comments on my latest. Best wishes, Caroline.

Tirzah Conway June 15, 2010 at 5:48 PM This one gives me warm fuzzy memories!~Tirzah~

Doris Culverhouse June 15, 2010 at 5:18 PM enoyed mom--good work!! To help feed your families!!

Caryl Muzzey June 15, 2010 at 4:09 PM Yes, A wonderful memory for me too, snapping beans with my mother. A wonderful write, thank you. Caryl

Poet Destroyer A June 15, 2010 at 11:39 AM Praise him for all we have and encounter, loved this one Sarah, enjoyed your write...P.D.

Daniel Cwiak June 15, 2010 at 9:11 AM Great Write! Do you know the difference between a nun and a woman who is not? The nun says, "Amen". The woman says, "Ah, men". lol Keep your pen going! Dan C

Carrie Richards June 15, 2010 at 8:13 AM This one brings such warm thoughts of my grandmother, whose faith sustained her all her life, who let me sit on the porch and help her snap beans. A lovely memory...thanks for bringing this back to me. Love, Carrie