Biography of Sidney Johnson
Sidney E. Johnson is a native of north western Michigan and lives there with his wife and three children. He is the father of three teenage daughters. He is also a licensed minister and serves as associate pastor in a rural church.
Writing is as much a part of his life as eating and sleeping.
A respected writer among his peers his desire is to leave a legacy of readable poetry to be appreciated by common people everywhere.
Sidney Johnson's Works:
The Book Of Common Man, A Rite of passage
By Sidney E. Johnson
In The Trees Beside The River
By Sidney E. Johnson
Sidney Johnson Poems
Song Of The Snow Goose
I am the goose flying high over waters And all that I know is the voice that calls, Deep within is the essence of life, Like a sweet gentle rain that falls,
With these fragments I will build, My eyes see wonderful things Between the lives of people That which breaks forth to sing,
When Good Men Fall Asleep
By slight of hand we are mocked The shopkeeper and the mason,
Beyond The Trees
Beyond the trees and across the road, There is the place of the loved ones, The dearly departed of the heart, Fathers, mothers, daughters and sons,
When The Wind Blows
When the wind blows In the tops of trees, Singing its familiar song, On the fragrant breeze,
The former days when I was young Foolish too I must suppose, To think in patterns oft to bold, With never a second thought
Life Is A Short Venture
The weight of the world is grievous, That any man should wish to bear, Would be a foolish vocation, Heavy burdened and despair.
We In Wonder Gather Near
It is the day of reckoning And we in wonder gather near, At last our robes we cast off Thus vanquish our mortal fear.
The Rose Vase
A single rose within a vase, What gift its bloom might give, And cause a broken hearted soul To struggle on and live.
In the late evening They sat down at the table, Picking casually at the food Adding what conversation they were able.
The former days when I was young
Foolish too I must suppose,
To think in patterns oft to bold,
With never a second thought
At those who passed along my way,
How strange the face and time
If memory could serve so well,
Might I just be a better man today
If I had stopped to chat awhile,