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New poems by Rebecca Johnson.


Toronto Dream


I sit upon a frozen hill,
Catching snowflakes on my tongue.
Just the way I imagined I would,
In my dreams when I were young.

Music plays into my mind,
I smile with glazey eyes.
To me this world's been very kind,
I think and look to the sky.

I pulled together, made the journey,
And considered all the risks.
Planning to live how my parents taught me,
No instruction book or disk.



Flower Power


When I'm buried in the ground,
Other seeds soon then catch on.
Apparently we're a big hit in this town,
All striving for the sun.

I take a peek at daylight,
Shining bright I quint my eyes.
I find the strength and make my entrance,
And then to my surprise.

Heads turn around to great me,
As I stare back and smile.
They all look the same as me,
Not something I've seen in a while



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