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William Johnson Poem
Cold air at the door
Blanket of white snow
Forlorn the trees sag
Drooping branches bare
Crystals of frost creep
Yet it is warm
The fire burns hot
The blanket tight
The coffee steams
Harsh blizzard
Howling wind
All so cold
Yet warm
Cosy
Happy
Calm
Copyright © William Johnson | Year Posted 2024
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William Johnson Poem
Orange fluttering from the arms
Of the tree, descending to
The Earth, swallowed by the
Brown, trodden upon,
Sodden to the core
Copyright © William Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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William Johnson Poem
I've had others,
Men, Women and more,
But they don't compare,
They're not like you,
Not at all
Piercing eyes sway my perception,
Long luscious hair flourishes in wind,
Bold voice, so proud, so captivating,
They're not like you,
Not at all
Safe and comfortable,
Secured to the bond,
That we now share,
They're not like you,
Not at all
Copyright © William Johnson | Year Posted 2025
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