Born and educated in rural Iowa, Pat Jensvold attended Iowa State Teachers College and taught lower elementary grades.
After farming Iowa soil for 25 years Pat and her husband, Bruce, moved to East Mesa, Ariz. where she worked in Arizona Child Protective Services until retirement.
Her special interest is in words: reading, writing and talking.
Pat and husband reside in The Beatitudes, Phoenix, Ariz.
Will we trade places with those we've raised?
Questions come
And questions go
Who has the answers?
I really don’t know.
A few of these questions
Flash through my mind
Where do I seek treasures
I hope will be mine?
And I looking for gems:
sapphires, diamonds and pearls?
Am I seeking life’s pleasures
Like some silly girls?
Will I choose to miss rainbows
Searching for gold?
While time passes by,
And I become old.
When at last I grow old
Will I be sweet and kind
Or will I grumble and cry
That the world should be mine?
When I watch for my ship
Coming ‘cross the high seas
Will I declare the whole cargo
To do as I please?
Lord, show me the sapphires
In the blue of the sea
Let me see diamonds
In the eyes of a child filled with glee.
May all of my pearls
Be found in my heart
Pure and unblemished
With nary a mark.
Let my real treasure of value
Come from above
May it be God’s blessing
To l-o-v-e, that’s love.
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