Biography of Randal Johnson
Sawmill worker, turned restaurant worker, turned self employed tradesman. Nature loving husband, father, fisherman, backpacker, photographer, writer… dabbles in poetry.
Randal Johnson Poems
The Night Before Christmas (At The Cat L...
'Twas the night before Christmas, at the cat lady's house. Every creature was purring, save for one little mouse. Knit stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The Fading Tales Of Heroes
World War II novels With tattered covers Worn out bindings And faded pages
My unsettled thoughts Seem to stir in November, And I wonder, do you have A month that you dread?
Teach Me Nothing
Please teach me nothing, let me find my own way. Let me make my own mark on the wall, Below the millions who have come before me, Above the millions who behind me crawl.
Library Of The Mind
So many dusty memories Rest on such high shelves That my stooping brain Can no longer reach them.
Should time of my demise be left to choose, Procrastination be my loyal ruse. And if the place be left to utter sway, Then name a place beyond the far away.
Below The Hemlocks (Roadside Crosses)
Raindrops splash on a dashboard Jesus. A coroner's van sits black as a crow. Streetlight halos hang empty of angels. Only hemlocks watch over the scene below.
A Cowboy In Time Square
Along the sidewalk he strode, 'Neath the shade of a well worn Stetson, Past a thicket of women. They beckoned to him.
A pencil whispers secrets to the page, A pen scrawls out in bitterness and rage, As typewrites plink and clink, And hammer at their ribbon's ink,
Should time of my demise be left to choose,
Procrastination be my loyal ruse.
And if the place be left to utter sway,
Then name a place beyond the far away.
And be the method past within my power,
Then lash me to the poison poppy flower.
Today defiance held as my decree,
Tonight I feel he's coming after me.
I thought I heard a footstep on the path,