New poems by Rebecca Johnson.
I sit upon a frozen hill,
Catching snowflakes on my tongue.
Just the way I imagined I would,
In my dreams when I were young.
Music plays into my mind,
I smile with glazey eyes.
To me this world's been very kind,
I think and look to the sky.
I pulled together, made the journey,
And considered all the risks.
Planning to live how my parents taught me,
No instruction book or disk.
* * * *
When I'm buried in the ground,
Other seeds soon then catch on.
Apparently we're a big hit in this town,
All striving for the sun.
I take a peek at daylight,
Shining bright I quint my eyes.
I find the strength and make my entrance,
And then to my surprise.
Heads turn around to great me,
As I stare back and smile.
They all look the same as me,
Not something I've seen in a while
* * * * *
More poetry from Winamop
Copyright reserved. Please do not reproduce without consent.