Huron Cemetery Poems (II)

April 20th 2018

Richard Johnson
1846-1857

The bones are old but the boy is not.
The boy has dreams but the bones do not.

We should have a dandelion festival, you and I.
Dress in our finest yellows and greens,
boldly expose ourselves
to the chilly spring air,
serve as a reminder
to those that walk above us

that the dirt is old and the center is hot,
that all’s born from dreams and impossible thoughts.

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/16981891/richard-johnson

Huron Cemetery Poems (II)