I Had Forgot What A Magical Place She Is

I had forgot what a magical place she is Where wolves soar and hens dance jigs Where dogs talk and cats read lips Where dreams are real and sit right beside of you Ah yes, her place is where magical roars It is. It is. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...

I Used To Write Most Every Night

I used to write most every night About what was my passion My insight. Now, tonight I collect my thoughts Watch the sky Watching planes fly by. Can’t Can’t write no wondrous things Can’t bring myself to find passion In anything. ~ Patrice © Patrice...

Soft And Tender

Soft and tender my heart waits to remember Kisses, caresses I’ve lived in my life, seen in my life Gentle and kind Making my world one I don’t mind. The heart is full with it all Trying to make sense of it all Because blessed we be When in the midst of...

For All I Know

For all I know The world may not be round It could be full of crowded, crumbly ground Coming up, breaking down For all I know. For all I know Birds sing to bring joy and happiness In the chilly, warming spring For all I know. For all I know The squirrel runs, the...