I Read The Old Ones by Patrice Clarkson | May 24, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry | 0 comments I read The old ones And believe They were spun By masters Pass deceased. They can see All spread out Far and wide They can help me Thru and be The master here Within my own Small Little destiny. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson 2013 Submit a Comment Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Δ