Spring
A field of long grass
Many trees laid behind me
Wish I could stay here
Lost Time
I want back lost time
But I don’t think I’ll get it
That will have to do
The Dog
My floors traced with mud
The sounds of water lapping
His fur is so soft
Memories
Photographs hung up
Filled with sweet smiles and laughter
I hope to make more
Stars
Reach for the gold stars
Hung so high above us all
I want to grab one
Kenneth Johnsrud • Mar 10, 2025 at 5:10 pm
A leasure to read. Very nice!
Kenneth Hall • Mar 8, 2025 at 5:29 pm
Nice!
Teri Pearson • Mar 8, 2025 at 2:40 pm
Amazing collection of poems! What an incredibly talented young lady!!
Lori Rasmussen • Mar 8, 2025 at 11:35 am
Great writing, Kenz!! Love them all!
Kathleen A Johnsrud • Mar 8, 2025 at 11:00 am
I love the poems. Short and sweet forging one’s thoughts onwards. Each compliments the experience of the past, the present, and the future. Thank you Kenz. Grandma Kate