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.


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

  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.

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

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

    -MJ (

  5. love taking this walk with you, my friend

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