Sunday, April 24, 2016

Contentment--By Joyce I. Johnson--United States


I've not sailed down Niagara Falls
Nor climbed Mt. Everest's heights.
I haven't crossed the Sahara,
Nor danced under city lights.

I'm just a little country girl,
Without the yen to roam.
This lovely, bounteous valley
Will always be my home.

In spring, the fields of flowers
Call visitors from afar;
Big busses bring some tourists
And others come by car.

Before daffodils and tulips
Have quite faded away,
A big expanse of iris
Will brighten up my day.

I'm a few hours from the mountains,
A like time from the sea.
I do not need to travel,
The world's right here with me.

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 97th birthday in July of 2015.


  1. Joyce,
    A great poem. Happy very early 98th birthday for this July!
    Your friend,
    David Fox
    P.S. I have been following your work since your days in SMILE magazine. (I know you were not the editor).

  2. No place like home! A refreshing poem to start any day. Thank you for sharing, I enjoyed it a lot. Ralph

  3. It's beautiful to find contentment in the simple things in life. Nicely written poem Joyce. Good wishes, Chris~

  4. lovely contented write, Joyce x

  5. Home sweet home, especially when you are blessed with enough to make you happy and satisfied. I enjoyed the smooth flow of your words...lovely and musical. God bless you Joyce!