Ethel K. Meyer-Johnson Poems

Lord, I always like to take a walk,
If it's only just a block or two
For when I go, I can always speak,
A word or two with you.
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Stealing a second to collapse in my chair,
Famished for rest from everyday care,
Drawing the worn cloak of weariness around
to escape the rigors of stereo sound;
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Soft sounds on my window pane,
Glimpses of silver streaks trickling down,
Freshness of heaven opening up,
Patters in puddles echoes its sound.
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