by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 13, 2020 | Poetry
The bird flies It’s wings glide across the sky Floating on the breeze Landing with grace and ease To pick up food and drink Then off onto The invisible breeze A friend, a mate flying next to her Together, they’ll rule the skies Up where all birds fly. ~...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 2, 2020 | Poetry
Summer comes, breezes blow Around a fragrant land No hardship, no anguish Oh no. Birds fly, Feed their young Crops grow reaching up To The hot, hot sun. Fawns frolic in meadows Hidden, lost in woods Silent except for all the wonders Filling summer Beneath a summer...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 23, 2020 | Poetry
The sun rises Shines All across the land The ground wakes Sighing a gentle sigh All across the land. Birds fly, coyotes call Leaves sway in unison All across the land Contentment is ours To enjoy All across the land. ~ Patrice @ Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 27, 2020 | My Musings, Poetry
The world spins revolves around taking lives on a journey the world beyond. Grass grows, birds fly rain drops and sometimes lovers must say goodbye. The world is ours We make it what we can happy or sad, we live our lives as the world revolves round once again. ~...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 17, 2013 | Poetry
Beauty beautiful is what I see Spread all about, all about of me The sun it shines, birds fly and Mighty, fluffy clouds float by. Yes, there’s beauty in the sky The forest and even in my uncut lawn To get up in the morning and see Beauty, beauty all...
