Curtis Johnson Poems

A Little Boy’s World
By Curtis Johnson

When I was a little boy, I was always well behaved. Well, most of the time. Being honest and respectful is the way I was raised; not to be mean, but nice and kind. I don’t know why, but I was withdrawn a lot, very quiet, emotions in a cave; but mostly, I stayed in line. I had lots of family and friends that God freely gave, and all kinds of food on which to dine.
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Lovers On The Coast
By Curtis Lee Johnson

My beloved and I escaped to the north shore of the California coast.
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Not forsaken And Unforgotten
By Curtis L. Johnson, Sr.

There is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil. No sweet crude runs beneath its ground, but a quiet and gentle place awaits those who toil
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36 Years
By Curtis Johnson

When the facts and figures did not add up
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The Apple Tree
By Curtis Johnson

I do not know why, but for the longest time, it has been assumed that I was in the Garden of Eden. I’ve been seen in gardens, orchards, and the yards of many people, but there is no proof that I was ever in Eden.
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Country Sweet Soul
By Curtis Lee Johnson

Began in a country town right next to a corn mill
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Above And Beyond
By Curtis Johnson

Above us, lightning was dazzling, blinking, and picturesque.
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24 Hours of Power
By Curtis Johnson

He was strong, loving, merciful, and he was God
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I Believe In You- A short letter to America
By Curtis Johnson

Dear America,
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Winter On Display
By Curtis Johnson

There I stood, quietly and still, with a frozen stare through my patio door.
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