Monette Paul 

Sierra Vista, Arizona 

 
 
 

Monette Paul is a twin born May 2,1935 in Pineville, Louisiana. She was raised on a farm and was a very poor country girl with a ninth grade education. She is now a widow with four children, seven grandchildren and one great grandchild. Writing poems is her hobby, besides planting flowers and gardening. When Monette was young, she worked in a shoe store and dress shop and as a care taker. She began writing poems in her early teens and still has one copy. She sings some of her own songs and reads poems in church and nursing homes. She gives thanks to The National Library of Poetry, they have published a lot of her poems and she is "so grateful." Monette says, "We all have gifts and should use them - a song or a poem could help others and is soothing to the mind. Any one reading my poetry would know a lot about me. I am sixty-two years young." 

 

Little House Made Out Of Logs 

I was raised in a little house
Made out of logs
Had a dirt chimney
Made from moss
Cut out windows
No glass at all
Little house
Made out of logs
Never swept any floor
Made out of dirt
You don't see any more
Kerosene lamps
Water from the spring
Makes me thirsty again
Raised on potatoes and cornbread
Wood stove was all we had
Never thought much about the holidays
Just a season for another time and place
Can't forget how I was raised
Makes you learn to appreciate
I could do the same in time
Little log house
On my mind

Pictures On The Wall 

I sent this poem to al my children, they all came home
for Christmas.

Pictures on the wall
Is all I see
Wish I could see them all
personally
All gone and married
Moved to another state
Left me alone
With their pictures to face
Holidays come
Holidays go
May get a letter today
Who knows
Just another excuse 
They make and break
Pictures on the wall
For me to face
Christmas is about to come
Again
Hate for the holidays
to begin
One got to work
Others snowed in
Pictures on the wall
To face again

Little Brown Crowder Peas 

Thank the Lord for crowder peas
Had a place to plant some seeds
A long my way
To work on the street
The Lord had them waiting
Just for me

He said when you ask
To believe 
Have the faith,
You shall receive
He always sees about
our needs
When he gave me those
Brown crowder peas

So I planted those little crowder peas
Made a crop
For everyone to see
The Lord Jesus gave
them to me
Those little brown crowder peas

All poems Copyright © 1997 Monette Paul. All rights reserved.