Hop, The Frog
I knew a frog.
His name was Hop.
A friendly frog.
I liked him alot.
One day he ate
my favorite fly.
The sight of that
just made me cry.
Hop was sorry,
but, couldn’t resist.
“I was hungry”,
as he smacked his lips.
“Would you rather
I ate a Gnu?
Or, maybe, chewed
an old shoe?”
“I will be nice
as you will see.
Before you decide
you will eat me.”
At such a thought
I started to shake.
“I wouldn’t eat you
for heaven’s sake.”
Hop then said;
“I’m glad of that,
But, don’t be upset
if I have a snack.”—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2003)
Wild Places
Daily, it seems, our lives were hanging by a thread.
Never twice in the same place to rest our weary heads.
Listening at night, with our hearts full of fright.
Often, running for our lives in the middle of the night.
We searched for wild places.
Places where we can touch the Father’s hand.
We longed for wild places.
Places that are untouched by human hands.
We plan to rebuild the fountains.
Let the gardens spread across the land.
Bring back art, music, poetry, & books.
All the beautiful things that were so grand.
For now, we seek wild places.
Places where we can touch the Father’s hand.
We long for wild places.
For all the rest has been destroyed by man.
——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2006)