Tim Johnson Poems

I skipped a stone across the water
Into the setting sun
Watched interlocking ripples
Each and every one
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If I stand on the beach
I can see everything

Looking down
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Harvest moon tonight is shining
Down upon a changing land
And it seems the earth is dying
‘Neath a pale and callous hand
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I’ve spent so much time of late
Thinking, ruminating
Here to there
Always in a straight line
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