D. P. Johnson About Me Page at Helium

My last ten years has been an amazing journey through Japan, Korea, Turkey and China. Along the way my wife and I had two wonderful kids.

My passion is ...

truth and story

My parents always told me ...

I have an over active imagination

My childhood ambition ...

live in the forest with a house full of books

My favorite memory ...

Celebrating my tenth anniversary in Greece with Yoshimi

My first job ...

working on my parent's farm

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mystery man: 5 of 22

Old One The man standing there With grey in his beard, from the earth deep Asked me my name. I spoke it As it had been in times ancient passed. He looked at me with a shadow of recognition The smile he painted showed his fear He, the old one, knew My name. I, too, had seen the sea part, The wall fall, And beheld the darkness and hate As it had been since times ancient passed. Time, fleeting as mountain mist, Passes. We, voices dissident, speak the tale As it had been in times ancient passed.
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