by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 11, 2018 | Poetry
I heard the wild goose call I heard her plaintive tone. I bowed my head in honour Of all those left Left alone. On the field of war and anger In the battle No one wins alone. I heard the wild goose call Come Come bring your brave soldiers home. ~ Patrice © Patrice...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 11, 2018 | Poetry
I heard the wild goose call I heard her plaintive tone. I bowed my head in honour Of all those left Left alone. On the field of war and anger In the battle No one wins alone. I heard the wild goose call Come Come bring your brave soldiers home. ~ Patrice © Patrice...
by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 16, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Battle as if it is your last Incoming, incoming Take no prisoners Make sure you are the last Standing Never show that you are alone Never show you care. Battle hard Use every weapon that you see Leave nothing to chance Or destiny. Battle Battle as if it is your last...