Kathleen Johnson-Breakfield

Stockton, CA, USA

Kathy was born in a small town called Port Jarvis in New York. She was the ninth child of eleven children. Kathy has been writing since she was nine. She served twenty years in the United States Air Force. Kathy graduated from Troy State University and the Community College of the Air Force. She has been published by The National Library of Poetry, Quill Books and Poet's Guild. Her writing was inspired by her Mother who was a poet in her own right. Kathy's family is the heart and soul of her life. She feels life is full of poetic verses.

Father Squirrel (Dedicated To My Father)

I watch a squirrel outside in a tree,
he seems so alive and free,
hopping from one tree to the next one,
I watch and think what fun.

Down the trunk to the ground,
scampering, hunting all a round,
until the nuts have been found,
back up the tree he goes,
while a gentle breeze blows,
tree to tree he leaps,
you can not even hear a peep.

Into his home he goes,
the winter harvest he sows,
day by day he repeats these steps,
so his family will be well kept.

Desert War

War means destruction and death,
the world turned upside down in a mess,
operation Desert Shield has become
Desert Storm,
air defense, taking form,
ground forces checking their guns,
to all who know, WAR is no fun.

President Bush gives Saddam his
"HIGH NOON" ULTIMATUM,
Scutmissiles, Patriots, fire works
and Fighter bombers,
P.O.W.S. interrogated, paraded,
threatened as human shields,
sorrow sadness their families must feel,
some say Saddam Hussein, is really Saddam Insane,
the treatment of P.O.W.S is a crime,
Saddam feeds United States a line.

Patriotism, togetherness,
long live the RED, WHITE, and BLUE,
FREEDOM for all is well over due,
Desert Shield, Desert Storm, America at war.

Comfort I Believe

Close your eyes, what do you see,
clouds of soft fluffy white,
the closer the clouds come,
it appears that you are in flight,
then the clouds open,
to a great bright light.

Red, yellow, orange, shiny and smooth,
a figure standing in the mist,
this figure brings you comfort,
a calmness that appears a blist.

God, our Father a heavenly sign,
this will bring to you peace of mind,
warmth goodness throughout,
you will believe without a
shadow of doubt.

God be with you,
in your mind,
in your heart,
all the time.