Saturday, June 20, 2015

Forest Way--By Joyce I. Johnson--United States

Forest Way

I wandered down the forest lane
Just to see what joys I'd find.
The path was dry from lack of rain
And rimmed by plants of every kind.

A little frog came hopping by,
Focused on undisclosed intent.
With no response to my brief "Hi"
He kept on hopping without relent.

A group of other forest folks
Were in a circle on the ground.
I thought that they were telling jokes
As frog hopped to a grassy mound.

No one invited me to sit.
None held up a big welcome sign.
I felt a chilling quite a bit
And went back home some friends to find.

Joyce I. Johnson lives in the beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce celebrated her 96th birthday in July of 2014.

6 comments:

  1. i sent a comment but it did not appear here angelee

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  2. This is quite the intriguing poem. I loved the interplay of the first verse, it was put together marvelously. I enjoyed reading this delightful write this evening, Great Work.

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  3. Joyce,
    This is a beautiful nature poem, that can probably be enjoyed by kids and adults.
    Your friend,
    David Fox

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  4. Nice work, Joyce. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

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  5. love taking this walk with you, my friend

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  6. I can just envision this sweet poem illustrated Joyce. I enjoyed it so much. Aloha, Connie

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